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THE EUCLEIA, 
WORKS 
BY i' 
BET: WILLIAM COOK. 



This Book of my Works affords the fcade? 
proof, that constant efiort, in faith, makes 
tranquility. and souvenirs. Patience, per- 
severance and wi.sdoin never have, and nevef 
will weave their threads in vain. 
William-Cook. Salem,- October, 1861. 
Copy-right secured. 



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HOPE. 

BY 

REV, WILLIAM COOK. 



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COFX-RIGHT SECURED, 



LATIN. 

la Cbristo spes est opuIentU. 

THE TRANSLATION. 

y..-i^ irj r'.>iUt Jc opulence. 



4 PREFACE, 

Hope is a stimulant in human study, 

iRCtion and perseverance. Without hope 

the heart is dead, or can only despair. 

I have in this poem commenced my 

theme amidst the apparent difference 

if Provid^Mioe — so brought into the 

tcene the d lily sutiTtfrings and joya; and 

here T have shown hope prevailing 

gainst all the opposinj; influence. 

The student personates youth not 
lerely study in i printed or vvrittea 
ooks, but considering life in a hovel 
;" in ;i palace. 

The o\her sequent ideas are of edu- 
ation and religion inffuencing the 
•art to seek odjects of life, 
•"or religious hope God through Christ 
the infinite object. The way, through 
hich graof! lias thus been, and will 
us bo received, is clearly shown, and 
"ectionate invitation is given to my 
tilers, saying 

'.ok, dear reader, seek in that hope 
To consecrate thy life — 
William Cook. 
Salem. October, 1858. 



HOPE. 5 

Hope toa sweet and too strong to die, 

Always and every wlu>re. 
It will dry the (ear Crom the eye, 

In thy pure joys to shar . 

Thy paths are bright, thou^rh dark aroaad, 

Scenes beni_£(bt, and distress, 
Those pathsin joyous li^dit abound; 

For thou canst all men bless. 

Leading our manl'cod heavenward, 

What ever interpose, 
Thou goest beyond ken of bard. 

Luring awtty from woes. 

Among the throng wherd pomp andr>?ff« 

Are in most sad contra- 1, 
Pale want groans amid gold in bags, 

Sweet hope, thy joys how vast I 

Thoiigh by bare foot-children some prance 

Clad in tight warm shoes — 
Or graceful be in mazy dance, 
Hope saya patience, God knows. 



6 HOPE. 

Tortured with pain lone on his bed, 
Through day and night man lies; 

While friends in life serene are fed; 
Yet hope brightens his days. 

Toiling and struggling long in vain; 

While others prosperous grow, 
And hoard for whom unkown their gain. 

Poor men hope's joys may know. 

Here the quiver, once lull and strong, 
Fell death hath empty made; 

There God the ohildren's lives prolongs, 
Hope's heaven of such is made. 

The man that would be rich in thouj:ht, 
To gain the wealth so great, 

Patient to learn how, fainleth not, 
Hope soon cheers his estate. 

The orient sun brightly beaming, 

Through a window smiled 
Upon a youth his theme learning, 

Joy-garlands adorned the child. 



HOPE. 

The ardent child jrazp.-i upon the gcene. 
He loved the fiesh beauties, 

That at early morn are seen, 
And cheer on to duty 

For mere transient joy sought he not: 

His Spirit was awake, 
And from the fount of truth he soupht 

His thirst sweetly to slake. 

That was an hour of a: dent hope, 

That few can fully know, 
His thoujihts in haimony had scope, 

A mental stream did (low. 

That wrtp an hour of hope immortal^ 
A lij^bt did burn as bright, 

As fed by Go<^ say, wV.o can tell. 
For what future delight? 

Kone can tell how we soar 

On buoyant spirit-wing: 
A soul is a germ of power, 

Fed from immortal spring. 



8 HOPE. 

None that Divine fountaii) can soniid, 

Yet all can mind enjoy, 
And some in study more profound, 

Its poweis can employ. 

A motive swayed the fjlad heart 

As currents the ocean. 
Beyond the subtle skill of art, 

And constant in motion. 

Gewgaws of earth tossino nw^y 
For themes more enduring, 

He yielded to a heavenly sway 
To charms him alluring. 

Fals*world thou hast many deceived; 

Bright to a youthtul eye, 
Thy proflfers are too soon received, 

Flowers conceal the lie. 

Cautious men before you win them, 
Pause like birds over snares, 

Or watch the current they must steiBj 
Ready to meet thy cares. 



HOPE. '^ r 

So lie paused to w oigli thy fantoms; 

But, lo, his scales were |rong, 
And weights were wanting less than atoms, 

Not one so light among . 

Evanescent in fancy rose 

Joys of all loveliness, 
Fresh as any liJy that grow?, 

And appearing to bless. 

Bright contrast wove her dazzling sheen, 
Vv hile passions no rein can hold, 

Disponed their light and shade between, 
The timid and the bold. 

Tlie infant, manhood's germ of beauty, 

Childhood's joyous gaisbol, 
Amid life's thoujihtless levity, 

Hid death's solemn pall. 

Yet joys that young hearts so delight, 

Those youthtui hopes so gay, 
Like the morn in noon's sunlight, 

Faded in manhood's day. 
$For my orthography see The Neriab, page 



10 HUPE. 

Those joys by young love are warmed-, 

But -with "so n.uch of ill, 
That men caressed and oft ibrewarne'fj 

Their once dear playmates kill, 

Can rose-buds, while t'oey bloom, 

Drop poison on the lea? 
While lisping round the nursery-rooiu, 

Tongues speak impiously. 

But over all a charm was thrown, 
Faults were gont% virtues bright. 

With many winning graces, shone, 
And promised every delight. 

There would he stay to drink again 

The cup of youthful joy; 
But a voice said lei nauglit detain, 

Seek for nobler employ. 

Jjq] the boy became man mature, 
The innate will so strong, 

All free ruled his glowing nature, 
Striving too oft for rong. 



ilOPE 11 

As clouds the morning-sun obscure 

Dark shadows came over, 
Over the youth, that appeared pure, 

Came a sombrous power, 

A storm the rough billows swelling, 

Around his bark of hope, 
Almost against her prevailing, 

Broke off many a rope. 

Who made the troubled waters calm? 

Jesus stood on the wave, 
To the broken heart gave a balm, 

The Almighty to save. 

Though, when the storm far od had fled, 
Wrecks of vain hopes were strown, 

As springs the plant that appeared dead, 
Germs of purest joy had grown. 

That storm v?as amidst life's affairs, 
Dark here and sunny there — 

This cup seemed as joy's endless source, 
That sorrow had and care. 



12 i HOPE. 

No more to youth, to cbildhood's day, 

Could his life-path return; 
But, praying, he trod his onward way, 

Hope showed a better bourn. 

Godly sorrow bedewed his eye, 
Her tear shone geni-hke there, 

No vain ambition made him t<igb, 
His thoughts more contrite were. 

But learn well tirst wiiat made him sad, 
Why this 6tor.ii heaves lite's sea, 

What heart-wound so great he had; 
For 't.Vill be so with thee. 

Mankind complex move, struggling all, 
Joy with tear, good with ill, 

If now }'0u rise, soon you will fall, 
Sin's sea cannot be still. 

It men the fierce contest must meet, 
Seek for graco offered sure; 

Then you will find gospal-truth sweet. 
If lor it you endure. 



HUPE. ...^v 

As win Is, tliat rage quKe far away, 
BIqw from some torrid clime, 

So, while friends make sunny day, .'; 
Spring ills for future time — • ■ * 

As S'^rpent'tJ egg hii in a nest " 

Beneath a robin, warm, " 
fa syon hatched out a grievcins pest, 

So oft we cherish harm. 

No mind, t]ioup;h ?trong, at case can live, 

Or stop the great contest; 
Ki>>rne to escape ({o vainly strive, 

Bat striving find no rest-- 

The- skv, so biuQ is clouded foon, 

Flowers now fair must fade; 
>lo men before life's sunny noon 

Enter a death-like shade. 

One thought may wake a sleeping chord, 

And strike a note of -woe; 
The heart will hear an inspired word, 

Aad earthly *ovs forego. 



U HOtE. 

Life through this shade In sadness mOTtS; 

Oar destiny, say, where ! 
If mine the course that God approves? 

Shall I in heaven share? 

Then hopB a guest is welcome mftde. 

By faith, or vain pretence; 
If on Chrbt, the Rock, it is stayed, 

There is sweet penitence. 

H3pe so born will lire in heaven. 

Gives man a >italgTHre, 
That against all sin han strivea. 

And will all sin viHse. 

So did he hone and joy olifain 

His heart anew wa? mad '; 
Sweet moments, when hoff. -»;:; 'ti, 

It love he God obeyed. 

His glory infinite to ^how, 

God all creation made* 
Him as Fatner b'y Christ I kno^', 

And how he is obeyed. 



HOPE. 1^ 

Hope in God as Christ, the Lord, 
Brought home as his iovefl child, 

Abba, to thee I am restored, 
To thee am reconciled. 

Quickly did his heart respond, 

As echo to the voice, 
To Gospel-truth, where hope is focnd 

By all of kindred choice. 

Tlie Spirit's sword cut ita quick wov,- 

While in Gilead was foi'nd 
He. who, Prophets and martyrs say, 

Can heal the sinneiN wound 

Then woke the so-jl toR<;tive liilfir 

And with faith stronu in love, " 
Pan'ed to wajfc ajjawist «int the strife, 

Till safe with Christ above- 
Moved by that faith he trod the road 

Bri^jht with cel^atia! light; 
Sought for truth, his lamp Gc^s g^re ivoiv' 

Praying to know aright. '' 



EOPE. 

Where lie lieard sorrow's plaintive cio&jv, 

Which oft on earth we iaear, 
'He strove to make the Savior ]:^o^7n, 

And wipe away the tear. 

No gloom repulsive on hU brow, 

Cttlin, though in sorn^w's day, 
IliS -ife was a lovoly h'ght to glow 

On the (lurk thorny way. 

ITopo became a radiant star, 

VVhicb constant over bead 
Upward from all perplexing care, 

His heart to heaven led. 

As some bright seraph might gild Lis wings 

In the sun's golden ray, 
While bearinr; to earth rich blessing?. 

By graoe his meek array. 

Deep on his heart the sjgnet-rinpr 
Of I:is Lord had been pressed, 

And the Spirit, as breath of spring, 
Hira in vigor dressed. 



HOPE. 1* 

Cooamunioa was his gospol-life, 

Foretaste of eternal rest; 
And though without ra.ng din ofstrite, 

Within peace, constant guest. 

Hope had riches far excelling 

\Vhat men often extol,- 
In prayer like Jacob prevailing, 

He sought to gain them all. 

Nor, though meek, listless would be live, 
The motive power was strong; 

He sought of love strong proof to give, 
In work as well as song — 

As Jesus walked he strove to go, 

The cross he firmly bore; 
His resurrection's power to know, 

More grace he did implore. 

Nor sin, nor death could ever kill 

His hope, that, like a vine, 
May ever climb round God's holy nill, 

Ifl vigor to combine. 



18 HOPE. 

Seek dear reader, seek in that hope 

To consecrate thy life; 
Nor in error's maze vainly grope, 

Againat thy peace in striie. 

Hope in thy heart must be good or ill- 
it is vain to despair; 

Then why cut cUoose to form thy will 
In the gospel to share, 

Come join the humble Christ-like-band, 
With them thy portion take — 

Their work wili' bless the land 
'Twill joy and gladness make. 

Pride will spurn the goo'.i, bumble plea, 

That other bonds be broke. 
And men with the gospel agree, 

Loving its easy yoke. 

But round the Rock let fierce storms rage 
And sin's mad billows brake, 

The beacon-light, through every age, 
Will show safe course to take. 



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SVSBEAU 
THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS, 
A POEM BY 
KEV. WnJvlAM CUOK, 
•; lu AUTHOR OF 
' HOPE 
AND MONITION TO PARENTS. 
SALEM 



1853 & 61 






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PREPACK. 

Patriotism is cherished by our best •no- 
tions, by emotions awakened hj clustering, 
glowlDg themes, themes inseparable from 
the origin ot all our rinrhts. This sacred 
truth will awake the mind, and open 
piths to remote times and events, froia 
•which to light the beacon-torch ;hence «e 
through the Straits of Gibralter flows th« 
Mediterranean, washing and enriching 
classic shores; so ma^ be found the inletf 
of our Republic, and so learning how tht 
bri<;ht dawn chaaed away the dark pagan 
night, it becomes those blessed by the light 
to be watchful that the sun of our prosperity 
mav not pass its meridian, before laona- 
iB«nt-» maieria}, intellectual and moral shiU 
1*0 guilded rni.Jst ir.i banign rays. 

With such motives let the foUowirig 
verses tell their liumble story— f,eU of ittOi* 
dants doubtIe<53 knovfn to many readers. 

For the author's interest it naay suffict 
to refer to an adt:rp»3 before the Salem Ly- 
ceum, by the t»t« Hm. Alexander Everet. 
The adventurers, if such there may htvs 
been, wdre D ino" to associate others in tho 
expedition, the ship is called the old Dutch 
Ship. 

Though by tho»e more able, let o«r 
literAture live by oor hearts* constaH 
polsation. 

As in English history, time rolling oi- 
ward, may places and structures mantlet 
with the mo?ii of antiquity, umbrageous mitft 
monuments of art, impartial freedom & trM. 
enlightened, a :tive religion be duly cher* 
ithed. 

Beus monstrato Tiam errantibas morltlillMl 
^Awac, Marcb, IW3, 



SUNBEAM 5 

THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS. 



Joyous sound nearing wished for shore, 
Land ahead, shipmates, land ahead ! 

"When the ship on her course gallant boro^ 
The sailor aloft saidJ 

Sudden as lightning flashing, 

Or fairy in green dale, 
Thay came over waves loudly splashing, 

To furl their white sail. 

It "was in pagan dismal night, 

Before our Fathers came, 
That ship gallantly hove in sight, 

Says some historic fame 

On long wished for shores glad to land, 
From some dear far off home, 

A venturous, bold rovingr Band, 
Through unknown wilds to roam 

Through Narrajjansett Bay they sailed, 

Where islands in verdure 
With land breeze their senses regaled, 

And scenes of bliss seemed sure. 



« 8VKBEAU THK0U6H PAGAN CLOUDU. 

Queen May was arrayed in flowers, 
And while building their nest, JiiHT 

Among the green sh»dy bowers, 
The birds aang their best. 

There were youth in beauty to smile, 
Maiden and fond lover, ;^ 

Roving in sweet delight awhile, 
Wild flowers to gather. 

Throngh fresh green glen, over high hill, 

A day rich in delight, 
The blue sky blessed with good will, . 

And nought to mar the sight. 

Then to build homes quite fantastic, 

All in haste, all awake. 
From nature to their wants plastic, 

Without cost, they could take. 

Oaks that for ages had flourished, 

Pines long wont to whisper, 
Good sound materials furnished, 

All doomed to disappear. 

The axe blow on blow resounding, 

Sound awoke the echo, 
And from feeding around the fountain 

Deer swift as wind did go. 

Two lusty yeomen alternate. 

Striking all in a glow. 
From the grand, lolly waving stat«, 

A gnarled oak laid low. 



inrBSAic rn^ovan pagan clouds. 7 

Witb loud crashing the forest kiog 
Dethroned, his crown had lost, 

Tputh made Ihe blue welkin ring, 
Amidst splinters uptoit. 

Anon began the loud merry sport, 

At sea on ropes they swung. 
From limbs of oak, then in port, 

On bending withs they hung. -. 

But soon there waa a clearing made. 
Boys, that so high could swing. 

Their pareuts' word, to work, obeyed, 
Glad to do a useful thing. 

Nor boys alone were in employ; 

Soon as those sports were past, 
GirU to strengthen the springs of joy, 

Viands served for repast. 

The timber cut, then soon uprose 

Frames of composit torms, 
Which canvas sajls could well enclose, 

Snug shelter from the storms* 

Let us now. said the buzy groups. 

The household goods dispose; 
The curtains hang with rods aud loops, 

And beds make for repose. 

Hark ! bark I what sounds are thoic witlioul? 

Asked a» old revered sire; 
Lucky day, said one, good game no doubt. 

Hear how the spertimen fire I 



S SUN BEAM Xao UGH FACAN CLOUDS, 

Good game, forsooth, deer fat and large, 
On shoulders homeward borne; 

Fine sport it was. at one discharge, 
Food enough for the morn. 

Towards the fire on the green earth, 

Beneath a crossbar strong. 
All going for thsir festal mirth, 

They drew the dear along. 

Clean flayed, the. fat quarters hung, 

And richly basted oft, 
On the fire boys dry fuel Hang, 

Ambient flames rose aloft. 

The day had through its Lours run, 

Twilight did disappear; 
And their house so reared was done. 

When they roasted the deer. 

The stars had opened their bright eyes, 

Like angels' hosts intent; 
Looking to earth out the blue skies, 

Upon the snow white tent. 

Up streaming among Ihe lofty pines, 
Shone the blazing firelight; ' 

Gleaming around in waving lines, 
As if battling with night. 

Anon they spread the festal board, 

Smiling with full supplies; 
As their larder could then afford, 

^Good puddings and rich piea. 



iTTlfBfiAM THRotTGH PAGAN CLOUDS. 9 

tThere were young and old together, 

Glad youth in rosy hue; 
Matron dame with aged father, 

Company good to vi«w. 

All in grateful mood they bowed the headj 

By th« Pastor of the Flock, 
To God, the giver, grace was said. 

For blessings on their stock. 

Well refreshed, they the tables cleared, 

The evening to spend, 
Telling what had been seen or heard, 

Then mirth in prayer to end. 

At dawn of day quite another scene, 

At her moorings, the ship. 
With flag and pennon might be seen 

Bound on her homeward trip. 

To dear friends many wrote a line, 

Descriptive of the land; 
And in the eye, big round tears did ehine, 

As they shook the parting hand. 

The sailors plied with skill the oar, 

And swiftly over the wave, 
They sailed, all to return no more. 

For many found a grave. 

The boat was soon alongside rowed, 

And to the davits hung; 
Good seamen among the rigging showed 

Sails to the winds all flung. 



10 StJNBEA^I THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS^ 

The gallant ship bore far away, 

propitious was the breeze, 
As she sailed out Narragansett Bay 

From (he tent among trees. , * 

Conauicut soon bore duo west, 
Newport on the larboard seen, 

Two isiauds like adodes of the bicst, ^' 
They sailed along between. ^ 

Point Judith on the starboard bow, 

The sea rose billows high; 
Sails braced sharp like a bird to go, 

As the halcyons fly. 

So farewell lo that old Dutch ship-, 

If more you wiah to know, 
To Copenhagen take a trip. 

The archives all will show- 

Back to the tent we now will go; 

If any inquire where, 
No mortal mea exactly know, 

Although they search with car«. 

The children cried a litlle while, 

And all were rather sad; 
But living in such a novel style, 

Amusement soon was had. 

About some fortifications 

Antiquarians ask, 
They have made investigation*, 

uBut it is a hard task. 



^ Bira^BEAsi 'rauotrcs PAGAN cLOUBa. u 

His majesty, king Philip's sire, 

With roytkl suit appeared, 
And olad ia their native attire; 

The strangors'a cause they heard- 

Rich flowing crest adorned his head, 

His costume all was gay; 
His sturdy limbs were painted red, 

Arrayed for gala day. 

From their tent came other retinue, 

In armed, but quiet mood. 
For favors great about to sue, ' 

Large grant of land arid food. • 

Before the king rich ^oods were brought; 

He gazed on a gold ring, 
But when that with loud joy was bought, 

He grasped every thing. 

His Queen in foreign robes arrayed, 

In brijjht jewels dazzling, 
The generous strangers well repaid,^ 

Interceding with the king. 

He man full f showed without rhyme, 
Or vain fanciful flights, ' 

In nature's rhetoric sublime, 
His lineage and rights. 

Bright summer sun and winter snow 

Symbolized, in his mind, 
A language that red men know, 

Quite strong if not refined. 



12 StrifBEAM TMEOUGH PAGAN CLOTJDSt 

So raaj we all, when about to soari 

As fancy spreads her wing, 
Remember to use nature's power 

To wak« the eloquent spring. . ^ ;,< 

Nature will always well employ 

A joyous lovinp heart, 
And as to the Indian boy, 
An unbought force icopart. 

By the treaty, if ever made, 

Duke'g Isle was given, 
With good right to extend their trade, 

Free ai the birds of heaven, r 

JSay then to that island they went, 
With household goods and all, 

la their new lovely homes content, 
rieasaut it was though small. 

There might vines grow luxuriant, 
i lamburg grapes you may say, 

Loving the soil so exuberant. 
Made joyful vintage day. 

Perhaps the vines that now wild grow, 

Planted with hopes so strong, 
In those days, many years ago, 

Have lived through winters long. 

Then each cluster reminds of hearts 

That once throbbed with joy, 
When mea introduced foreign arts, 

That God willed to destroy. 



fHJ!fBEA3l THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS. iZ 

Decreed it was, in high heaven, 

Thia land long in darkness, • 
To our Pilgritn Sires be given, 

Whose faith the world shall blei- 

Tiielr children owe boutiden duty 

To be done in this land; 
Guarding virtues, those gems of beauty, 

With warm heart and strong hand. 

But if thus our motive be true, 

Learning to moralize, 
Let us of those scenes have a view. 

That to some theme applies. 

Making baskets, an Indian maid, 

No lark could be more gay. 
From bright morn to evening shade, 

Sang a wild forest lay. 

She was a fair, young greenwood belle; 

Her beauty, though so wild, 
Became her condition as well, 

And soon her airs were mild 

While thus happy, white stranger girls, 

Came her baskets to soe, 
And she played with their flowing curls, 

Over their shoulders free. 

Children of contrast, they could show, 

Only by eye and hand. 
To each other what they would know 

But they could understand. 



14 SUNBEAM THROUGH PAGAX CLOUDS. 

Think now of a scene like that, 

As by the runniao; brook. 
White girl with the Indian maid sat, 

How straoger-like they look. 

One clad in all a savaoe could get, 
•Her clothes were coyr^e, no doubt; 

But in all weather, cold or wet, 
She had to go about. 

To her, a child of forest thought, 

As angels they came therej 
Europe's luxurious wealth they brou?;ht, 

So she could with them share. 

A cup, filled from the running stream, 

Kaised to her rosy lip; 
Ah ! beautifully it did seem 

As she began to sip. 

For their cup a basket she gave; 

And though they spoke no word. 
Love could teach them how to behave, 

And quits gcoi tigns aiford. 

By love that silence was broken, 

And its cogent motive 
Taught them how lit words were spoken, 

If fondly they would live. 

If that stream so ran, and runs now, 

Or their souls hover round, 
And knowing what they then knew below, 

Consecrated is the ground. 



itTNBSAM THROUGH PAGAN CL0UD3. 15 

Mind wouW into the future soar, 

Or on the long past dwell; 

But to use the fast tleeting hour 

Happy they, that kara vvell. 

So much pleagetl with their interview, 

The children at the brook, 
Bid sisters, and their brothers too, 

There for each other look. 

Sportini» joyfully on s lawn, 

They saw, from the jjreen woods, 

Leap out a nimble, playful fawn, 
Yonder not many rods. 

Its color a bright silver grpy, 

Creature of slender make, 
After its dam it fled away, 

Lo t what leaps it could take. 

Hungry for so dellcioas prey, 

A wild cat on a tree, 
Eeady any creature to slay, 

Soon made the children ilee. 

So amidst joy and sadden fright, 

If we could lift the veil,^ 
Bed men may have lived with the white, 

Kut sad might be the tale. 

Many a legend might be told, 

Sad scenes of bloody strife, 
Narrating how the young and old 

Ended their weary life. 



16 SUNBEAM THBOUfiH PAGAN CLOTIDf. 

If grape vines twining forest trees, 

They then planted indeed, 
Far inland traces oft we see, 

Where bold hearts took the lead. 

A sun beam through the pagan clouds 

May have shone thus about, 
But darkness wrapt again its abroad, 

And the light all went out. 

A^aln the dark clouds rolled away, 

And c^er Plymouth Rock, 
Shone a fuller brighter ray 

On hardy Pilgrim Flock. 

Be ours the duty bounden strong, 

By holy motive's sway, 
To pursue the right ,and shun the fromg 

Along the Gospel Way. 
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POEMS BY 



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AUTHOR OF 



SU>i'BEA-M THROUGH PAGAN CLOUDS, ETC, 




Icspkeas, tairquara m bortulum, in ilores joiuinoi, 
Amice, atque ex Ulis sunias aliquos tlbi. 



SAL KM 




The en^raviags illustrate, tbe two first cLilstian 
praying, tbe third entrance tc the Olive Grov •, 
the fourth christian in prison, the fitth chriadu:; 
dyiQg, and the sixth tha Plough Boy's espousci 
bridcy referino; to a series of poems tbrthcoaiiuj;. 
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PREFACE. 



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Rain-drops in fho season of blosaoms, and tjv 
?p'ring;:. fruLu- rtowory lawns> ]);irtake of tloral in- 
ffuen';e; the human 'heart receivosjpy outward 
ly; wbilo inwardly a more luii^hty, umiuriu- 
force pre<laniinate>. 

Avoidinjj mere theoretic study, lot hei\rti 
warm aixl aspirin<r clioo^c the cnnobllnji them'., 
&Q(i give their Ixisf^niast vij/orous coasidciH- 
tioii to learn truths that conduce ta a iiaiara.l, 
progressive development of christian vi;4or uud 
happiness. ^ 

FrOTO childhood cvotjfs transpire, each a pari 
of life; yet their wholu i^ not a moiety of our 
existence; niore than halfisintho heart— "in 
trouble or in joy, there is the fountain 

Without faltering spiritual prido and self-con- 
ceit, the emotions, desire:!, all e\eroi.-os in the 
Study and attHinment of triie reli^^ion, may bo 
pleasantly and very profitably coMsidored, 

Cherish, dear reader, thou^jhls that will aid 
stutjy so delightful, a Divine incitemnnf, con- 
ducting, if the Holy Spirit bo not grieved, to a 
knowledge of gospel truth. 

As Without faith it is impossible to pleasa 
God, nought but infidelity can induce men to 
slight those truths that all, who love the iiospfci 
experience in their hearts to be kindred, more 
.ompanionable with tlmt faith as time ujaker. 
known the need of settled n»utivcs,an enlighiJ'- 
ened enlivening and Well grounded hope. 



<?' PREFACE. 

In (he followirp fC(n^ icme trutlie 
arc represented as Everpjeers thriving id the 
heart. So dear jeader, lu.iv tliry jo^n in your 
heart, be nourifl ed in f-ood pr il. May you in 
heaven ^ea^ pail«nd.s for the sou], aft'er the 
sin, (he ^criov s, iht- k b jn.-.ir i s ihe doubts 
and (he fcjiis ofp)ob;itior< si »ll hiive ceased. 
Jilcstatic hope to have iuil coi .m n :iiicn in ettr- 
iial vigor, 

, As this hope truly el«trs the heart, in an 
equal degree is our estin.-iie of cxisfert'o; 
J)ridc is subdued to th.it poppel humility, 
which is sister io every nravr. which well he- 
• oijics wIiHt we are, what we receive, a\)d :i 
glowing love Jo Christ. 

Many thus prepared . st-i-k the nuinsions ot 
their spirit-bjtd. As they >o .-eeiv tliose pion;- 
Jsed abodes ihey in faiil) tn-e forms of bcnuiy 
and of eternai htrenoth; fliey fravtl j aliently 
onward; finally they entei ih*- naie ot pearl 
with joyous mien, and act otdin^' to the prom- '■ 
ise with white icbes .ind palms In thtir 
hands. 

Fanaticism must noi deprive us of ri( h 
i^ortions of seriptur* ; that which the unskil- 
Uil pervert, let the <xperienced restore to ed- 
ification. "VA'ilij holy reverence for the Bible, 
let all ihe itn;'pcrv ;'.wiikt^ indiffeTent hearts, 
!ef the breath of il e ^piIit inipjtit that heav- 
enly vitality, vhith Mistain.x at the pc?t of du- 
ty, and throbs most ardently, when the fu- 
ture glories of the Redeemer's Kingdom are 
/ore told, let lea^on ard patho? be thus sane- 
tied for praw-r. for praise, for penitential 
sorrow .'ind p( static joy. 

In tl is faitli is Jellovship Mr,d t^weei con- 
verse in health; then at ite comirig of the 
Chariot of Israel, when the tlcthly tabernacle 
WJssoUes, the jjlad jouI }^mi<lst the Keart's 
Evergreens, will listen to the songs of the 
ledceiHed, and bid friends rn cjnth fare-well 
until they also go heme- 




8 TUK IIICAIir S EVEItGllEEN. 

The Oiivo lirovo iJni^s wide untold 
To bow«rs, wiitjro i^il;»rKus of old 

Kastud eaoU osi« 
Bdneutb tiiu oiivo iiee^, thut shade 
Jt*AlUa urouud itoe ev«f i»re«a giade 

io ibii Font stone. 
Oa thut Font stone and pure life stream 
Xiru(u dhutes in a luU joyous beam, 

iieauieous place, 
Where be in me be^uinuig was the Word 
Wao CJi:aiiir«t« sinners w.ii atford ' 

K~:frj3Uin^ i^racu. 
To that refugo in tbe bo.vcr, 
^OC only in iue sumaier hour; 

Hm in cue bicut. 
The pain,tUe {^looui tue wreek of life, 
Frieua;i come, i|uciliu^ siiid ebull'iug siiie 
Fmu ^icace at last^, 



PREF.VCE. 7- 

Excepting perversiou of truth, men nuiy 
find in this faith the purest and most abidini^ 
joy, ant] the greatest incentive to noble ac- 
tion- a proposition fully sustained by the per- 
manency of the {lospel amidst human wants. 
Therefore acqisitions to the christian charac- 
lor, without pretence to merit, are evergreen 
The Heart's Evergreen, which those, who Hve 
and die devoted to the l^ord, will wave i)> 
their hands, as palms of victory over t^in., i nil 
of freedom, by grace,to excel in holiness. 

Victors through Christ, from scenes of actu- 
al, public service for the gospel; from the stud- 
y and illustration of truth, or from society il- 
luminated by the lovely light of christian he- 
roism, detraction and intriiiue amongst tliem 
\\ill forever cease, truth will flourish in amaran- 
thine development. 

Thus tluMoils and peplexities of the roughest 
palh through this world, overcome by the gos- 
pel, may awake the heart to admire the theme, 
if uot the structure cf these verses. 

If grace may so bless his object, the author 
fears not the knights of criticism, all armed 
though they be with trochee and spondee, or 
with the prosody of English verse — hi:? ideas 
flow in a limpid stream, from whence at his 
will the Sun Beam came, and from the firtile 
banks springs the Olive Grove. 

Thanking those, who opened their hearts for 
I he rays that the Beam reflected from the past 
he now most respectfully invites them to a ';ou- 
lomplatiou of true, eternal joy. 

Salem, Dec, 1853. 



Exceptln^I perversion of tru'tli, hveh may 
find in ihis faith the purest and most abidin.u 
joy, and the greatest incentive to noble ac- 
lion — a proposition fully sustained by the per- 
manency of the gospel amidst human wants. 
Therefore acqlsitions to Xh'i christian charac- 
rer, without pretence to merit, are everureen 
The Heart's Evergreen, which those, who live 
find die devoted to the Lord, will wave in 
iheir hands, as palms of victory over sin, and 
of freedom, by grace,to excel in holiness. 

Victors through Christ, from scenes of actu- 
al, public service for the gospel; from tiic siud- 
y and illustration of truth, or from society il- 
iuminated by the lovely light of christian he- 
roi.sm, detraction and intrigue amongst ihem 
^viU forever cease, truth will flourish in amaran- 
thine development. 

Thus the toils and peplexities of the rouLihest 
pafh through this worid, overcome by the gos- 
pel, may awake the heart to admire the theme, 
if not the structure cf these verses. 

If grace may so bless his object, the author 
fears not the knights of criticism, all armed 
tliough they be with trochee and spondee, or 
with the prosody of English verse — his ideas 
llqw in a limpid stream, from whence at his 
will the Sun Beam came, and from the fir tile 
banks springs the Olive Grove. 

Thanking those, who Opened their hearts for 
the rays that the Beam reflected from the past 
he now most respectfully invites them to a con- 
templation of true, eternal joy. 

Snlcm, Dee, 1853. 



'i^^^^^^^nf^-'^^^M^''^ 




^ THE HKAiirs kvki{g:ir k n\ 

The Olive Grjvo liatos wide untold 
To bowoM, wherw i*il;;riaii of old 

Ku-iied eacU one 
Beneath the olivo iiet-.^, iLat shade 
Paths around ibe ever green glade 

lo the Font-8tone. 
Ou that Font Btotie and pure life stream 
Trutti ahiii^s HI a tuU jo^ouj bedm, 

iieauieous piace, 
VVhere bo la ihe beijuining was the Word 
WiiO to contrite sinners will aiford ' 

Befroahing grace. 
To that refuge in the bower, 
Mot only iu loe summer hour; 

iiuc lu tue blast , 
The pain, the gloom ttie wreck ofhfe, 
Friends couae, qneliiu^ sins chadiug srifc 
Finu peace at last, 



THE IIKAH r^S EVERGREEN, f) 



When summer iioes to lands afar 
There her olorious biMiitics arc. 

And flowers ^ro-.v. 
Nn'ure revived. M^riin .iw.'ikt-?, 
The joyous irtfliUMKie. p:irtHke.s 

rhe genial jiloa. 

Yet on us shine llnnrciincr r;iy9, 
(iliUerin:^ .il'ter those <l;irk 'id\^, 

Wfien driviii'j storms 
Jlaiie terrifi',; with [)ii;rcin;;; air. 
And oar d\ve!linL's an; closed with rare, 

To Iceej> us vrarni. 

But even tlien pleasures will come, 
And tiie heart need nor be lonesome; 

For the cold hl.ut 
If love in our bosoii.yi can jzlow, 
As. when in May nnld zephyrs blow, 

Sweeps liarmless [tast. 

Though ll)vver:i to ritern winter yield, 
As ihd tVo^it ca.UL'.s ov^er tlio tield, 

',Vh\i heart has soil, 
Where pi.i.tts in iich beauty may grow, 
And L)i'igiii am irauchiu.; glories show, 

Koward ot' toil. 

Penitence swelling buds displays, 
Warmed by the Spirit's genial rays, 

Dripping with dew, 
Moistening tiie sin hardened ground, 
And fully permeant around 

Makes it anew. 



10 THE HEART'S EVERGREEN. 

Up from amongst its rfprwadini]: '"OoL 
Springs ii plitat of ancient re[)UtL'; 

Aijraliani knew 
How itjj ^Q.jj trijic \o ciiliivAfe, 
And, while aio.>t iiraiel'tiliy lie ate, 
C^Jite st;oii;4 lie ^rew. 

Faitli so enrioliia^ to ilie heart, 
A full tliriviiij: everu'ieeii thou art, 

No winter h!i;j;[ii.s; 
FroriJ thy braiKjhes diops C.'iristiaa love, 
And in its growth tiie lloly JJove 
Always deli-hts. 

While, like Aurons rod iu (he Ark, 
la hearts once cold and dark, 

Blooiuinij; si> lair, 
Thou wilt a sweeter fragrance yield, 
Than Arabia's spicy field, 

Or Ceylon's air. 

Not alone, fond comp mions grow, 
And their pler.tifiil clusters Jliow ' 

Of juicy fruit; 
One, the well known sweet charity 
Never tearing disp:n-ity, 
Always wdl suit. 

Its leaves with pa ience infold, 

When hearts beeoiue heedless 'and cold 

And faint hope droops, ' 

As, together blending, both impart 
A balm for the sorrowful heart, 

On which it drops,- 



'VUK .IKART S EVERCKEENV 



So fio The Ilenit's Kvrgreens grow, 
ll.ifipy finjv, who thoii- virtues know, 

\Vhii;h oiicc* ohraiued, 
Will l)y ^raci'., sin'ijl works destroy, 
And turn sorrow lo [lure^t joy. 

As (jod or>l;iiiicd. 

Wise ar*; they, w'lo m the Dowir, 
Livo \iv their l",iith HVtMy hour, 

Fed troiij the Vine, 
Strot)^, b>'"»rai;e, for heaven to grow, 
And as thev ihnhm happy go 

Fair wreaihs ijitwiiie 

The chaplets Ol tickle honor 
Oft idothe hiMds III sad dishonor; 

A tdiorny wreath 
I'^or Jcsu.s, haai»htv sinners made, 
liatre<l for hwe, ili.-.\- ill repaid, 

lli-h Priest a. >.i ihief. 

An»idst that ino(fk array, liis look 
Gave Ptjter a blessed rebuke; 

In honor ( lovvned. 
liaised to all his briii,ht glories high 
Jn love repentant many vie 

His praise to sound. 

With him the thorny era^wu they take, 
Joyful amidst scorn for his sake; 

While j^arlandi fair 
From tlieir iieaiu's Evergreens will groW| 
Around his Divine Tlirone to show, 

lie ward of care. 



rilK HI': ARTS EVERO^^.EN. 



,\1.H that envy like, a weed. 
/iiows to drop poisonous sclmI 

\u liio Ihu.l lu'iirt. 
fiiifvin;: t|,(. Holy Dove away; 
J'\h' lilt camiot will) rnwor stay, 

Jkit nMJ>t (iepHrt , 

Yft iftlie. True Vine Ivi^ urovvn tliere, 
The HushHnviiu:in will, with good care, 

'I'lie weci', uprooi; 
Tliat the Dove ui.iy aLMiii appear, 
Aiuoniist the eiusters without fear, 

Fond of the fVuiu 

More happv that lieart, than where grow 
Ivank. iioxiou.s ,>vef.d,s.\vith Iruits of woe, 

Where tiau;ilit withiti 
Is sait^l\- sioii'd loi future fjood. 
And man sjunns avvay ^o.s[)el food, 

'J'o f(;i'd on sin. 

As sin !o i'ldeJi's Bower came, 

So now it makes a l)!i;4htii)g shame: 

But lo a cloud 
J^^uU swellinj with heavenly rain, 
llevives the withered heart again 

To i)/aisos loud. 

One drop In the heart is cleansing, 
Lite thttiiinii all the veins dif'using. 

Potent it*i sway, 
As should desertSjby men long trackless, 
Bloom with flowers rich and fadeless, 

In one short dav. 



rilF. IliCART S EVKR(xREE>J.l3 



\iis, m ibe prisoiTs (Iiiai2;eoa o-looin, 
Those evergreens will Tally bloom, 

Where martyrs stronjf. 
As Buayan, gather sweet liowers, 
Which, in sj)Ite oi' sinful powers, 
They strew alonj;. 

Nor (lowers alone of joy are given 
To pilgrims pressing towards heaven; 

Thev m-nic Kove, 
The strains harmonious flow, 
Nor discord, a-< on earlli i).'lovv, 

Is heard above. 

Warbling in sweetest strains of love? 
Winged attendants of the Uove 

Around us lly; 
Cheered by {\\-.'u- melodious song 
Pilgrims travel the ro.id a-long 

Tthough flesh must die. 

The melodies of earthly bards, 
Amidst strains of heavenly guards, 

Too weak they arc; 
In death it will calm rising tear 
Those seraphic notes to hear 

Sotlnding in air. 

Wreaths ever green around thy head, 
Sinners chaose, while thay may ba had; 

1 hoQ death to cheer, 
T'urning from earth's languishing song, 
Listen how those full notes prolong 

Upon the ear. 



1 4 T H E M F A 1? T" ^ T-: V K K G \i E 1^ X 

So flows our soji" oii, vjobhnc on, 
The strain a swi l)in;r, eriillp.-s.oiu-, 

The sj)irit voit-t ; 
Hearts of the pM.sf loved its sw.-iv, 
Hearts oftln^ larlhest Ititntc liay 

It ■will rejoice. 

Thoi];;li there jx-aLs r o note ui tJiuiuler, 
ArousiiiL' those tlmt ^vould slumLor 

Amidst tlie hl:i/e, 
Lightnii)L' from lnn<; r.e^'lefted truth, 
Plashinj; njion ' sires, ?liowin«: youth 

Their .^infn! ways; 

"While terror j*lee])S with terror's cause, 
Most wise is he, who leanis those hiws, 

The chain well wi ought 
From themes of purest, surest love. 
As are the Cross, the Lamb ,the Dovf-, 

Friends scorn them not. 







APPENDIX. 1.5 

The Olive Grove Gates. 
It is said open to me the gates of righteousness; 
Ps.118. 19. 

Go to the mount. aiuI tVfch olive branches, Neb. 
8. 15. What be these two olive branches 

which throu;:h the two ;.»ol(lcn j)ij)eji empty 
the golden ojl out of themselves? 

And he nnswt'ied iii*'. Jind sai<l, Rnowost tlioii 
not what these bcV And I said, No, my Lord. 
These arc the two anointed f)nes, that stand by 
the Lord of the whoU; eanh. Zee. 4 12. 13 14 
Compannrj these passai^es with Rev 11 4. the 
reader perceives that thu author i-i not merely 
Iknciful in the choice of a titUs t!iat ht; would 
induce to a more int»'re.srini: considttration of 
the Infinite Wisd )U that tVo.n t:vei listini has so 
ordered all evcars; thnt thosu lit-artily obeyii.ci 
tlie gospel, Shall see tlm i:lory of the Lord, and 
the excellency of our (iod. Is. .3.2. 
The Font Stone. 
He smote the tock that water j^ushed 
out and str«a ns tl )vvcd. IVsal. 7S.2i)- 
, They drank of that ;»piiitual rock that fbllov;- 
ttd them, and that rock was Chridt. 1 Cor. 10.4. 
Pdtzrims of ohl. 
Confe.ssed th.it t'.iey were strangers and 
piicjriing on the earilu Heb. 11. 13- 
Sweep.s harmless p ist. 
For thou hast been a strt'.nnth to the poor, a 
strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge 
from the storm. Is. 2.5 4. 

The heurt has soil. 
But they on the «;ood «zround nre they, which In 
an honest and <zood heart, having heard the 
word, keep it, and bring forth fruit with pa- 
tience. S.Luke. 8. lb. 



IS APPENDIX. 

Up from amongst its spreading root 
Springs a plant of ancient repute; 
The root of the righteous yieldelh fruit. Prov. 
!2 12. This truth is continually seen in the life 
of every true lover of the gospel, and long after 
death, it sprin;»s in richest fruitfulness; show- 
ing clearly th^t bodily death atFccts not spiritual 
vigor. Therefore christian sow thy seed plenti- 
fully; for the springs of blessing, though hidden, 
flow onward to the right time and place, there to 
enrich, rojoicc and 9treni»then 

One, the well known, sweet charily, 
With no i!ift fearing dispariiy, 
Always willsuit. 
Charity never faileth: I Cor 13 8. 

The believer soon learns that he needs much 
charity for himself— learns that one soul's salvu- 
ou will, must b<i a complete surrender of tht* 
heart to this christian spirit — the greatest victory 
iiver woa, without trailing any truth in the dust 
jf sin. 

Alas thai envy, like a weed, 
Grows to drop poisonous seed. 
Where envying is, there is confusion and every 
evil work. Jam. 3 16. 

Cain envied Abel. Desire nothing that incites 
to envy, an emotion that quenches, and subdues 
the ardor of a loving heart; and en^ames to d«S" 
p€ ration, when rankling in the bosom. 




ft SP. a CVAVACl 



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ili'.Tlt^r, couio foVo-v me Jilong, 

^Vin-rt' litt^-chonh on our "^vay, 
Somul ;uv.!u- t!)e uotfcs of song, 

In c^voi- <:liH;)-;n;i lay. 
Oh: startle r.ot, if now ye hear 

How 'twas the doatb-steeds cam8, 
Yor soon as lo'idly in your ear 

Their tianip will sound the same. 



on TTiF niAlUOT OF ISRAEL. 



'J he piaiu ini: ot tlie mijjbty ones 
Quite ^onll in youth, wore lieiird. 

Anudst il.cii- loUiiij:. Tjittling tones, 
W hilr ill. ir I'rih; Cornis appeared. 

The uii;;liiy I o.-t i efore me rode, 
'J hill i. 101 t .11 ih too weak, 

'J ht V iii)..'l,i a nioie genial abode 
In LtMNeii lor nie seek. 

As oft a«jn M ilu'v could be seen, 

C'outsiiiM {iU.Mi: niy way, 
'JIj' llolv Spirit, of dove like mien 

Would <:ent!y something say. 

The Sj/nit '] eac her won my heart, 

I,o Ji'sus al^^o came, 
] IV in ^1(01 1 \ou< d never to depart, 

lint love his Holy name. 

A 

bin will fiercely contend; 
Yet moie purely let that love glow, 

Till strile in love shall end. 

Over t}:e clouds a li<zht I see 
On this daik world shining, 

Love rises to s\A(eet ecstacy, 
For bliss that is coming. 

That yin's fierce darts I m:iy repel, 

To the Cross J will cling; 
For only there, the faithful t^l, 

U'luc salvation will spring. 



.^ainst tliat love, my heart doth knoWj 



Till-: CilARIOr OF ISIlAElv. -Jl 



]Vi') .-ijiii.sii sourct^ feeds otir pU\'isure; 

ThtMues, so sublitimly «ireat, 
Will llow ill a <:eiieious measure 

To subjects ot lol't y slate. 

Nor shall S(3t rhyme th(i muse enchnm. 

Let her .-oar on Isee winii, 
In the full vi;ior of her srr.-iiii, 

And, gay or j)eHsive. sirij:. 

Quite lowly be my {"iist essay, 

Yet (juick.as time will never stay, 

)^ur to the Alms-iiouse lowly gaie 

Galloj) tiiB steeds lor an inmate. 

J.oud knock;? tlie nood charifjtL'er 

'To make the meek sutlerer hear. 

In shiniiij^ robes ot j)urest white 

The spirit comes with faitlTs delight, 

\Vhii(; gushin;; tears jin; freely .shed 

Arourui tlie lowly c!iris<iai.'s bed. 

]»! now v/liiil j[ri-;.U ck dtalion. 

From vvAiit, abo\e anfrel's statiin. 

Bur turn thi:i w.ir 

From lijht o! day, 

'J'o wl'.ere chain> dank lo'jd and heavv, 

May heaven end life so weary. 

Ilatkl sweet, celestial sounds are heard, 

Son;;s af) are revo^iled in 'the word'. 

Though tette?-s have chafed me so long, 

Tot (I'o i be my Father, 1 am strong. 

Thou;;h gasping, so very faint, 

Su|T<preysed be evei'y complaint. 

Soon it "will be 

^Vithout a key, 

!Nor a hand to open the dear, 

My free spirit shall homeward ssarl 



22 



Tim-CjIAUlOT OV 1>K-V'-^ 



Fani-well all. l)uttlie ;iO>pel tte.isuve , 

Amiilst t!»v ricluv-i li't uui <lwell. 

With the l.le^>.-athron- I shuU be free, 

Jesus inv S.iviour tluTt! to st^.e. 

The Ch;in.)t rou -s s'.veer is tlic soiuv 1 , 

Bright liiiht is hoimiti- :jH iiioiin(.. 

Now to biinv oce:iii niu'i »'-'. 

Fierce whirlwinds tcari«^u' the rigging, 

The ship plnnire.^. 

Round she lurcltfsr 

In the deep troa.'h w.iv.'S aadh over 

From stem to stcra thoy h;ive gtove her, 

The fallitvi luast:^ iio by the boa^nl; 

The full Ch.ifiot ii(L^so^er se i, ^ 

Say twenty sojIs o,- iidiv; there be- 

When calm ami smootli the ocean sleeps, 

Far over i:r»?!«ii i>I li'is the storm sweeps. 

Yon bUck flou'ls like high mountain are, 

While stillness reii^iKs throui^h-out the ttir. 

Sf>Dn llnh red eh.iins of chrinklii:<5 tire, 

Then rumblin;:, >!»:ikiuL'. auful clatter, 

As if force <liil ilje piiinnetii shatter. 

No <:roau is iK-aid, ' 

Spoken no word, 

The death steeils k^ifcly deliver 

A soul departed loiU' Giver. 

Thou>Th nature raves when lig'jtnlngs flash, 

Or with disHit^e eoiisumes the fiesh; 

Yet her gentler mood will restore 

Some beauteous forms as before. 

Look on that charming, youthful face, 

Fever flushes amidst its grace; 

Those cheeks, those eyes, those lips so fulr 

Eloquently plead oh Lord spare. ^ 



THE CHARIOT ISRAEL- 

Tbo steeds nrp heard, 
But y«t (letered ^ •• 

is the hour, when tka soul must ^o 
From earth, to leave Us yfttl ♦>«• wo-. 
Man standing on llf- 'soufmOfi^ ▼--g«. 
MorcT for him he'- cUims will urge, 
The Chariai: goes a-othf^r wa^, 
Yet soon will ccme .hat fi? al daj- 
Bat the Poet tf> d^^at^^ must b-w, 
Wte^^ hnhny ^in.l» play lourd his bro^- 
His spirit ! «s lonf: roved abroad., 
For objects that cun joy afford, 
The brooks, the rireri, th'^ ^;eeaii 
Sustain his hijih rapt devotion; 
HiSs and mountnins ^4' crjiggv rocks. 
Whose secrets his liva word unlocks, 
Sfars, moon, sun, with blu^ canopy, 
Si^bliino ho^r, bis great eompa-'-^r 
At noornin", noon and HJght. y* j^-^ 
Were minisiers to his isearfs «»«• 

Thus the exit 

Of burninjj wjt 

Fr&m pale forii, worn-out abode, 

Off flA»!iing back on its naw foad — 

Thus his soul on spreading piision, 

Soars to eternal dominion, 

There of flesh tinrobivl, es^s new themes 

Unfold amidst henvenlv beams. 

But as m"re i^^ teller; is cold. 

The joys of Christittn love are told — 

That is the tnf»mc t v light 'he lamp, 

It warmt, whe?- death is c«dd and damp. 

When thui is th« port's exit, 

Hif last words Ara immoTtal wit 



THE CIlAllIOT OF ISRAEL. 

Lifi! by faith enriches the vors6 

With poetry that hearts rehearse; 

I'or it makfts the broad, deep streams flow, 

'1 liat bear oiuvard all the jays we know. 

Yes wo, loTC that nielodious strain, 

'I'hat makfis rruej:>y,and cures our paia. 

So ior youth that pjay on the lawn, 

Joyoud ii; life's promising dawn, 

X''or thj:*d that lide life's iojunin;^ wave, 

For t:<,ve orjj;ohJ. their pivth to pave, 

For the 01 I man, inGrra and hoary» 

) vjouI'I b« plain or llow«;ry, 

As iiiiy;ht iii-jitn ihcnx all to read, 

And uoi)!y 's<^ttrch th* lScri})ture3 indee'^;' 

Then, »s (tKty.'syho throu«>h salt wastes go, 

llejoice (o si fj fr.'^h waters tlow, 

Jf, al! uncouth as ia my line. 

It Mj may ptutiiadeyou to comblaa, 

Yoa will be i;!ad, 

Nor i b • sad, 

When t.he.Ch.iriot shall have corns 

To take us to our spirit homg. 

Conie friends, come oae,come all 

To my Grove, I invite, 
iVot for gf.ld. a boon too small, 

But foi more sare delight. 

My ver,$es cad early or late; 

Think what it is they say. 
Until we enter heaven's gat«, 

For it seek and pray. 



APPENDIX. 

FtJt-well awhile, to meet again, 
When the Plough Toy shall aid 

To earic'h a sweel rural straii, 
With Ellen, his fond maid. 

Jfo steel clad knight for bloody strife, 

Valorous in war song, 
But cottage humble, christian lift, 

New England's hills among, 

Bhall please all, that 'tis well topleast, 

His good cheer to follow, 
Who by tilling the soil, gains eaft 

With fruit ripe and mellow- 

B«t to show by the Gospel Bro«k, 

The ^ood loving Shepherd 
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A rOEM, FART FIBST, 

BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. 

AUTHOR'^OF OLIVE" GROYF ETC. 



SALEM. 

1851. 



FIIECIS PRO AGRICQLA. 

Agricolae imbres crebrae et sol 

Sunto semper. 
Da sibi dulcia, virentia arva et 

Domum bonam. 
Ejus conjuxsimilis Helena^, 

la persona; 
Blaadissima et nobilissima. 

Sit in cortle. 



PREFACE. 3 

The Peasantry are efficient men, 
whose great object is identical with a 
good soil. While other occupations are 
more easily blended, agriculture com- 
mences, in I'aitb, the vernal work with 
a plough- furrow in teeming loam, that 
foretels a crop; thence in circling sea- 
sons, the dairy foretels the richness to 
be inaparted to various pastry arts — 
the orchard the renovating blood that 
the ripe juice will make for our bodies. 
To promote these and other rural per- 
suits, the fi^rmer must toil with faith in 
the Divine Husbandman. 

From this faith spring other duties 
of education and religious worship. 

Of such occupations and scenes 
the ploughboy will sing, on the hills, in 
the vales, the cottage, the schoolhouse 
and the cburch. 

Reader, regard him as one whose 
labor administers to your comfort and 
health. Say success to free labor, 
that enables man to return to his family 
for domestic happiness and repose, as 
to a community intrusted to his love 
aud watchful care. 

If his return from the toil in the field, 
from the days of vigorous maHhood to 
feeblest age, be desoiibed, scenes would 
be had, whicb no poet can fully por- 
tray. 



i PUKFACE. 

Lo an aged farmer sits at his door, 
the gun descends to the horizon, and 
smiles splendor upon the evenin;; sky; 
through a glen the richness of the smile 
plays upon water, tree and ro-jk, and 
in the smoke amons rltjrriets of beauty 
over the haailet. wheredwolls the first 
barn, where, with others in youthful 
joy, grandchildren frolic round a tree. 
Say you, who, in any way, prejudice 
the rights of fret? men, can 'slavery ma- 
ture equal domesfio b'isj:'? 

Among such scenes this series of 
poems will (ierive its themes, without 
personal aUuslon; the interest and (he 
moral anv for every ono (h'sposed to re- 
ceive tlioin. , 

If the tecepti-n of the first be 
good, the second pa it will follow in a 
few montIi>. 

The Lotsill family is intro- 
duced to balance, or be faithful in the 
descrintion of human nature, and will 
come forward in the renovated vigor 
of the Gospe), 

The power which the Plougboy's flute 
has over the cow, see the illustration^ is 
often observed, and drawn to let 
rural habits be seen in their simplicity. 
It also teaches us a good moral. 
Amidst flocks Moses saw the burning 
bush; but ho was angered by man at 
the watera of strife. 



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Low gable roof, and all sides brown 

The cottage by the moor 
Has a charming: site out from town, 

And t'le inmates were four. 

There Jerome and Roland were born, 
And Ellen, their sister, * 

Whose cradle rockers, so much worn, 
Gouid be rocked no faster. 

Well Jerome, Roland and Ellen too, 

In their so bumble life, 
To love each other sweetly know, 

Unused to noisy strife. 

Jerome they say had bright blue eyes 

As sister Ellen had, 
And no neighbor ever denies 

Eolafid was a good lad. 

Their grandmother useful, though old, 

As people used to talk, 
To those children good stories told 

At homo or in a walk. 



8 TUB FL0U/;H!3'u 

Jillea in wonder would say why! 

Roland inteat said hash' 
But Jerome. g»i7, sportive and sljr 

Would give thom all a puili. 

For that push, thoagh well you l<Iasne, 
Wliea woae to love of trutb, 

His cheeks we^ro often rod with shame 
For the folly of his yoa.li. 

Freely his grandmother forgave 
That he soiled her new dress; 

Since so well he learned to bv;h iV3, 
She could love him rio less. 

But Ellen and Rolland (rained praise; 

Though charity hides faults, 
While life seems one devious maze, 

Virtue always exalts. 

So romantic readers beware, 
If fine coxcombs you meet, 

Their worth will no longer endure, 
Than loose chaff in the street. 

The young and old, both ead and gay 

Forget ray rustici dress — 
While you from vanity my lay 

Leads to thoughts that will bles?. 

Strangers before, as I ask ii, 

Be our lot as it may, 
Let U3 fill truth's golden casket 

With gems found on oar way. 

Though a brown cottage was chosen, 

One costly would as well. 
Amidst more pompous devotion, 

The same great truths tell. 



THE PLOUGllBOY. 9 



Around that cottage ail winds blew, 

Throiigb many fleetting years, 
Came bright sunshine, or rain, or dew 

Life wore smiles, or shed tears. 
Lo,at day dawn, what joys resound. 

Amidst dewy briglitiress, . 

Over green fields, midst groves around 

Birds carol in gladness. 
Down tbe deep well the bucket goes, 

Tumbling, rattling, splashing, 
Thon cool and pure it overliows 

For good morning washing-. 
The bonny washed, smiling (aces. 

How heart-cheerful they sJnnBl 
Fit with other raoniing graces 

To swell^e poet> I'uie, 
Humble pfeyer with grateCiil song 

Glowing with faith arise. 
That Heaven bless them all day long, 

Making thcuj truly wise. 
Jsew milk, foaming in ample pans, 

Makes tbe good dairy smil.e. 
Or poured into 8W©et,ceady cans 

Is Bold in little while. 

Look now upon the farmer's fare. 
Can your hearts spurn the Joy? 

That tiany merfthaats gladly »baf«» 
Eke men whom they employ. 

Forget each vain, perplexing osre, 

Give tbe heart its rights, 
Go luxuriate with me where 

Arg found rural delights 



10 *THE PLOUGHBOYv 

Poetry bre.itlw every where, 
In all [&i\ds foad to dvvel), 

if men will in its spirit share, 
Noiv brake tho sacred spell. 

Wheni t'le heart it^ at hamts 
Leaving the world of fretful strife, 

Whoa the muse is welcome. 
Tell us of children's gaileU-^ss play 

Around the warm bemth stona; 
Sportive ebildbood, gay, happy day 

Joys more s^veet life has none 
So stay as grandam knitting socks 

Where daaies are us^d t > sit, 
Columbines gathered among rock.- 

Are brought all dripping we-. 
Again where birds joy vocal lualc.^ 

Around their woody ho.n-; 
Before school, across niaory bi'a<ca 

Children for pleasure roaai. 
Where violets on the hill-side 

Wave to the winds that blow, 
The fair to be Floughboy's brule 

Could healthy dimples sho'.v. 

The Ploughboy upon his good nag 
Between the green corn rows, 

Whistles loud if the pony lag, 
Until he faster goes. 

A useful peer, say, is he not? 

Without an iron heal, 
One of the princes in the cot» 

Free,come woe or bright weaK 



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THE PLOUGHBOY. 1\ 

He never heeds the despot's voice 
Amidst New England's hills; 

If God and nature aid his choice, 
He all his foes repels. 

Lo now, where that good farmer hoes, 

The father with the lad, 
Those thrifty, mealy shenangoes 

Will make the country glad. 

Our produce, sings robin red -breast, 

As on the high elm tree 
The eggs are laid, snug in thfi nest, 

For what you soon will see. 

Then joyous let all men work so, 
Drive, drive your wants away; 

The seed that you in good faith sow 
Will cheer the barvest-day. 

But picuph, dig imd rake ever more, 
You \n\l lack aoniething jet: 

Ail good clsBr Villi forgako yoxir deoj\ 
Jf you BO Iea?L-Kg get 

Amoivs Yuml sesnes, :.o, dlng-dorg) 

Oft echoing ErousQj, 
And gii'ls a«d boya hasten alon^^ 

Inoited by ihe sound. 

On ihoy cDme from barn, cot aa-u iicdd, 

Sleepy o:aj-\s from tb<8ir bed; 
Compelled to learr*, the dunces yield, 
To sefcool tic Viord is said. 

'JBmIs ©f pro«!Jse bloorr.ing fcr what? 

For mm. ©r leaven? 
Fond parents, -with bjoh <Ii2*y fjj^iightj 

Your ansvjer ho given. 



12 THE PLOUGHBOY. 

I , m il - -- I 

fa swelling waves tlie life streams Howj 

Youth on the surgy flood, 
Along times shore to wreck may go, • 
Or moorings safe and good. 

Tottering old mej\ unto youth 

Said coming was our now: 
Studied what does glow blazing truth, 

Good and ill ail hearts know. 

Some children taste but little sweet 

That mingles in their lot; 
Their share of sorrow soon they meet, 

Their father is a sot. 

As Ellen went happy to 8'*hool, 
She saw drunk by the wall 

A man that learned to break the rule, 
Nor forsooth was that all; 

Hungry children at home were sad; 

The cow for rum was sold, 
So they no milk for breakfast had, 

Nor half their waats are told. 

Truth sweetest is when most opposed 
Those children soon did know; 

As one pleasure path had been closed, 
Heaven others could show. 

Oh! where are our joys they could say? 

Sun, moon and stars on high, 
All brightly shining on our way. 
Are they there in the sky? 

Such father is there earth around? 

Whose children forlorn cry, 
He sleeping drunk upon the ground 

To aid them <omes not nish. 



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And yet, said they, God is tbe same, 

And kind angels are nigh, 
Who in our poverty and ehame, 

Will all our wants suppjyp^ 

JElien as good angel, would haste. 

And ,from her little store, 
(jive whatjbut for such drunkard's waste, 

They would have had before. 

ller bosom swelled to go and bless 

Tbe hungry with some food; 
Nor did shs learn, that day, the less, 

Her motives were so good. 

As sb<i would be the Ploughboy's Bride, 

To him she quickly went. 
That on his pony slie miglu ride, 

Much aid besides he senf. 

Jlj© p»fty knew who held tlie rein, 

Around the woody hill, 
Then in the lone, cool, shady lane, 

He trotted to the mill, 

TLe Miller too was kjnd ai heart, 

And aiding her good m\\ 
To fiU the mealbag be gave part, 

Then drove she from the miiL 

Lo, now sad scenes for pitiy view, 

Hungry children did cry; 
But thn kind maid they quickly knew; 

She v;as tbe angel nigh. 

Tho pony seemed so glad to tnd, 

Gbso by the door he cau^e, 
Wblle v?j»iiingfor the ger/Jemaid 

The clii'drcn found him fam . 



i£^ ^HE rLOUGHBOY 

He is just like our good old luv* 
On which 1 role to mil', 

But now is gone with full meal bag, 
Said poor Jerry Lotsill. 

Yes and gone is the tarns red coTf| 

No milk for the dairj^^ 
No corn fields can our Jerry hoc, 

Said his sister Mary, 

Ah! do not cry, said young Jerry, 
We will live for all this; 

I can weed for farmer Verry, 
So sis, here is a kiss. 

Mary spoke sorrow o.i her cheeks, 
Hunger makes a pale face. 

Ah, Jerry, she said, in a few weeks 
We must leave this place« 

No, no, sisjtcr; hear now ray ^Im, 
Kind Ellen's bag of meal, 

If we do all that now we can, 
Will make U3 stronger feel. 

But Jerry, my shoes aive worn nut, 
My Sunday dress U tore; 

What is father thinking about? 
He used to love us more. 

But Mary, we will drink no rum, 

Then as we become old, 
If we love God, let trouble come, 

He will bless seven fold. 

As Ellen heard the talk of sorrow, 

She kindly to them said 
My dears think not of the morrow- 

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Jerry replied just so we say, 

Talking of that prayer^ 
As so hungry we often may, 

We do oot quite despair. 

The Bible angels all have wings, 

But you, our angel, none; 
Yet, as you come with so good tblngs^ 

\Ve thtok you act like one. 

Jerry, mv !ad, that matters not, 

I .thinking you might need, 
While yourfachar is such a sot, 

Came the hungry to feed 

Oh where is father? let us know. 

If drunk he come to night, 
He will beat, and torment us so 

Amidst his horrid fight. 

As I saw him sleeping by the wall, 

Near by the pasture gate, 
I brought some good food for you all, 

So good by! It is late. 

Then on her »ony Ellec sat. 

Yet those cnildren would stay, 
Upon his bewl gently to pat. 

Until she drove away. 

As homeward round tbs hill she drove, 

About the aattiog sun, 
Her thoughts with gorgeous tints above 

Blended in unison. 

To heaven she breathed this prayer, 

God bless children forlorn, 
The Lotsills all from ruin spare, 

From drunkard's woes and scora. 



Till-: ploOgttboy. 



Then 'riciiest Mutenotes Roating clear 

From a neigboring grove. 
Were watted tunefal to her ear, 

And 80 sbe aiowly drove. 

Tbus by (he notes that well she knew 
The Plouj»bboy charmed his maid; 

And soon he appeared, plain to vie^v 
Beyond the open glade. 

So often by lake, glen or grove, 

If virtue he retain, 
Ihe cotter's life is one for lov9» 

Content with honest gain. 

The Saviour there prefered to dw*jH, 
Where fishers drew their net; 

At Bethany, at Jacob's well, 
Kound lake Gennesaret. 

The desert parts he vocal made, 

But not with noisy strife; 
Not long alone, men sought bis aid. 

Sought him, who gave them life. 

So let with village quiet home 
The gospel blend its charoia, 

In good New England, as we roam 
Among rich thriving farms. 

Let Churches to heaven point the spire 

Up to that resting place, 
Where hearts ,in faith, joyous aspire 

To find rich, needful grace. 

Such tall spire saw the rural maid 

Amidst the ether bluOj 
Not far beyond the grass-green glade 

Was her good cottage too- 



Frooi early (lawn her path we traced, 

It w«3 a pafb of peaciB, 
Her hopes on Crod were firmly placed, 

Such hopes with joy increase. 

Again briglit rosy dawn behold 

The bluabing sky along, 
Sacred day, when for truth is told 

Doctrines, preached right or wrong. 

From plain to hill, from bill t& grove, 

The bolls r'mi^ out around 
Those full, silver tones that men love, 

Chiminji their echo sound. 

If sounds uiore spirit fraught there are, 

That heaven will retain^ 
They are of bells, when still is care, 

Pealing over the plain. 

Through lift? that sound will never die, 
Though long-ago 'twas beard^ 

When for past pleasures we may sigh 
It seeme liUe living word. 

Before life drags its load of care, 
Music, so like angel's speech, 

Calling to praise and to prayer, 
The inmost soul should roach, 

To aid the good Pastor's voice, 

Among his people heard, 
Pleading oh, make the wisest choice, 

Nor let it be defered, 

Pray lyturgic, or not formal, 
As Men may think the best, 

Gospel heralds will plead for all, 
And point the road to rest. 



24 THE PLQUGHBOY. 

Such Pastors m^n indeed have seeu; 

VVhlla their n;raves in the earth 
The gras3 clotho^ in annual green, 

b^onil hearts ciheriah their worth. 

Rllen, Jerome, aadRoland too 

See near such relic dust; 
A scene so delij»htfal to view, 

Good hearts will iove I trust. 

Not more than , say, ten steps away, 
See that white marble stone— 

Tis where their parent's relics lay — 
They go to muse each one. 

vyUUe life is gay, sad or complex, 
Ao4 the grave speaks so plain. 

Men their all grasping hearts do vex 
To make more needless gain. 

So friends, to catch the strain of joy 

Bounding along my line, 
Let not avarice so annoy, 

To wisdom *s work incline. 
Yea reader, sure as being last, 

Thine heart shall prolong 
Joys, all so pure, so sweet, so vast, 

Awoke to swell my songj 
For 80 I wish, sure thus I will 

Sweet, winning poesy give. 
It saored truth our hearts will fill, 

We shall together live- 
Live with you? some no doubt will ask. 

Yes indeed, I reply; 
For that I began this good task, 

iTor that I will applyc 



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No man lives to himself a day 

In cave, glen or homestead, 
On mount wet in clouds, or in ocean-spfiayj 

His heart some where is led. 

Jerome's, Roland's, and Ellen's too 
Were hearts friendship can mould; 

So 1 will, by them, show to you 
What is not bought, nor sold. 

If still in death is ShakspQare*8 tonguei 

Power vigorous breaths; 
Genius, that in him glowing sung, 

Lives not in mere book leaves. 

If God such power will bestow 

To him all praise I give; 
Since you know this most sacred yow, 

You know for what I live. 

But if, betore this work be done, 

Because 'the flesh is weak', 
My earthly race be wholly run, 

My spirit shall be meek. 

Truth by me or by others said — 

Every soul needs grace — 
Shiloh for me the ransom paid, 

That promise I embrace. 

Then speed we on the^ Plougboy's way 

His life make joy with you. 
While Jerome bears eloquent sway, 

Koland on ocean blue. 

Wide id the v^orld for the rover, 
Full, fall swell the life sails; 

Smooth or rough seas sail ye over. 
One good Power prevails. 



18 THE PLOUGHBOY. 

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Txom out our cradles far and •wide 

Power tbat placed us ttere, 
Will to fond hearts be constant guide, 
UnceaBing i» his care. 

But wait awhile, ere we may rove, 

Ere we wake fame to fly, 
Let us dwell around the green grove, 

Soon I will tell you viby. 

Look up there high above the spire, 

Lo, that lark on the win^, 
How it soars on through air higher, 

There its glad scng to sing. 

Now look down by that moss brown wiill, 

See its nest in the cleft. 
Can it gee those young ones so small? 

Or fear to be bereft? 

I^pok, look, it downward swiftly flies 

To yonder hill for food, 
And quickened by their chirpping cries. 

Keturns to feed its brood. 

So should ye from sorrows of earth, 
Soar by faith's wing on high, 

Seeking to gain etwnal worth, 
Yet true to all friends nigh. 

The village Church, the still Lord's day 

Will for such ardor blend, 
They open one safe, blissful way, 

That will most peaceful end.* 

Then from thence for each dear homq 

The cotters part again; 
But if some from virtue will roam, 

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Ah, still religion's warning voice, 

Quench her ardent spirit, 
What reraains is not worth your choice, 

Void of bliss or merit. 

Yet think not costly fanes alone, 

And the lonp; sombre aisle, 
Where swells the organ's solemn tone, 

Gains heaven's loving smile. 

Faith has temples of lofty dome. 

Music from truth's full choir, 
LijjUt dispelling dark clouds of gloom, 

Hopes that joyous aspire. 

When bigot zeal runs blindly mad, 

Blazing hijzh to consume, 
'Tis there fellowship may be had, 

Where loving hearts commune. 
Where two or three, if in Christ's name, 

Whose hopes in him begin, 
Find God confers on them the same 

As on all hating sin. 
But in the twilight's lovely glow, 

With thoughts all so pleasant. 
One happy scene now let me show 

With the cottage tenant. 
Home at holy twilight see there, 

Youth and age at leisure. 
When is forgot all worldly care 

In the purest pleasure. 

'Vh^ Plou-ihboy tares his voice for praise, 

miei) (loth not delay 
With her brother:, «he notes to raise. 

In the glad cotters' lay. 



32 THE PLOUGHBOY. 

The sonji is music from the heart, 
The Ploughboy loves so well, 

Risbt cheerily he sing* his part, 
His sacred joys to tell. 

Praise, constant praise fill oar cottage, 

Join harmonious song, 
Let youih make choral joy with age, 

To God ihe strain prolong. 

Where life be^an, the altar raise, 

Love*!? oblation laid there, 
Renewed shall be through all our dayg, 

Our sacred, joyous care. 

Peace, plenty and good rosy health. 

Cheering our honest toil. 
Bo our constant, fall source of wealth, 

Who cultivate the soil. 

Though mv own be these woids of ?ong, 

Cottage life to pjortray. 
tt surelv 13 not vain, or wrong 

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BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. 

AUTHOR OF OLIVE GROVE, ETC 
SALEM. 

1855. 



TRAXSLATION OF LATIN 37 
OX PAGE 42. 

But faitb, hi all things doth clearly see God, 
Oar Lord to praise join earth, sky and sea. 

NOTES. 

Cry aloud good Elijah said. 1 Kings* 18. 27. 
If she fill not the golden towl. Eccl. 12 C. 
Edwards, the gooc» Divine. 
Rev, Jonatha!i Kd'Viiids, A, M, Author of Trea- 
tise onKeligious A (lections. 
And grace for grace bestow, John. 1. 16. 
No naiad's bri^rht spatlding fountain. 

This line sl»o\vs that the enchantress has not 
perverted our literaturn, and may also remind 
as of the merely sparkling style, void of true, in- 
trinsic forctt. Natp.re needs not such embellish- 
ments Niagara's spray increaseth 'the rainbow 
beauties, & the <;]ectric fluid, which anon flashes 
athwart the celestial dome. Now let sparkling 
refer to the agitation of water. The ocean has at 
night, as it were, a fire crested wave, as the ship 
sails gallantly through the phosphorescent display. 
The God of all these sublime phenomena gaya 
VlS Son to die for onr salvation. 



38 FliEFACiti. 

HuraaQ lite is also the life of poetry- 
Everyman, God willing, may tread the 
earth for the same )oy or sorrow as those 
of his capacity and education, a contin- 
ual undulation of being, from everlasting 
to when time shall be no more. 

The waves of passion in war's bloody 
contention, may rise with mo8f terr'fic 
force, dashing its victims on the shores 
of eternity — anon the flow may bo un- 
ruffled, & aid the poet to instruct, and a- 
muse by continuous Stincidental events. 
'J'he Kir^t Part of The Ploughboy 
portraying some sfthcso. life scenes, has 
gone to the strife ot hearts and minds. 

The author sought no ujore app'ause, 
than has been aw.irded. The Wits of 
the age have not broke my ploughshare, 
f. One writer, enriching his prose with 
the charms of my verse, gave the world 
a melodrame. hailing with delight Mhe 
great national enic'. He luxuriates in his 
description as the sun among the clouds 
of an Italian sky.Peaoe be to him. 
Anon op -itrfamed the Aurora-borealia 
of Maine, wrting on mid heaven that 
the Ploughboy ia 'the Pot.'m of the nine- 
teenth century' 

The l/jst reviewer i.ot knowing bow 
the author received his title of Rev. — ©r- 
dained him in true poetic style; a3 'the 
author of a great poem'. Heaven bless 
the rite, and him that of!ici«ted. 



The author waa ordained iu Cbrist'a 
Church Boston, by the late Rt. Rev.Al- 
exander V Griswold. D. D. the third day 
of May, 1837. He has ofllciated regu- 
larly in all 'good fidelity' to the gospel, 
in charity for all ,who believe in our 
Lord, and avoid persecution. 

The religion ol the Puritans 
sustained them in founding the New En- 
gland States; hence ,a8 poetry is bt-aute- 
ou3 only in the spotless robes of truth, 
this poem honors those, who in Divine 
Providence were enabled to make ready 
fields so rich in classic fruits and (lowers. 
If faults must be portniyed, they will be 
in those parts of the robe wliere i hey are 
inwove. The purest robes of heaven 

would be spotted, if they could be worn 
in this sinful world. 

The scene is opened flmidst the 
beauties of night, thus introducing traits 
of characttfT which ure seen only amidst 
household retirement: where the moon 
beams talk iu our imagination — where 
good Peggy moves in no useles!». though 
humble sphere. Such a maid furn'shed 
the money to publish in this oountry the 
tract called the Swear^.'r s Pr lyer. 

Every patriot must be interested in the 
history ol' V etron, who, for his country, 
having forced himself from his home, his 
son meets him for jmother blessing, then 
after manv vear.-^ ret'.irn^ for' orn. 



42 PKKFACK. 

Let the Uioral of this episode dispose the 
heart to cherish every noble, every chris- 
tian emotion. Though, as every-where big- 
otry and persecution maculated the vest- 
ments of charity; many noble, heroic traite 
incite us to perfect the national character 
our Father? strove to form. A\ ho so baseV 
as to mar a fabric that contains so durable 
and precious stones from other structures, 
that adorn Zion's everlasting bill A truth 
here commands respect, not merely for 
those denominated Puritans; but for their 
ootemporary aids. As the immortal poet 
must be beauteous only in the amaranthine 
flowers ol truth, let impartial history give 
the Deeded evidence on this point. 
Sed fides— In omnibus rebus — 

Videt Deum; 
Mare, terra et cselum laudant 

Nostrum Dominum. 
These latin hexameters are composed by 
the author of the Ploughboy, with hopes oi 
stimulating youth to act worthy oi their 
country in every virtue. Never fetter any 
part of manhood. Let the union flag of free- 
dom cheer as the breeze on which it floats. 
Salem. Febraarv, 1855. 



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The moon poures all her charms to nieht 

Un h II an.l plain around, 
So friendacorae learn wha/ rich delight 

U with the Ploughboy found. 
Ye^ come see his rural homestead, 

The farm and farmer's fare, 
Where he for virtue was well bred. 

His parent's fondest care. 
Hark, hear that distant boo^o.oo. 

As walking by moon light, 
He whistle-!, instructing carlo 

To be still, and not bite. 
Then coming round the woody hill, 

Among dark coppice shade, 
In nocternal strains the whip-poor-will. 

Gives bitn a sereoade. 



U THE PLOUGHBOV. 

His pony looks over the wall 

For bisiDHster't) fond pat, 
When he is at home, carlo and all 

Show their pleasure there-at 
Th' wakeful turkeys loudly goble, 

Cows lick their hairy hides, 
Each brute creature, as it is able, 

la his kindness confides. 
Around the impaitial moon beam, 

Although truly sublime, 
Shines on many a sleeper's dream, 

On virtue, and on crime. 
Forms seem to move in varied shade, 

Yet still lay in repose, 
Beauteous harmoney is made 

That still night only shows. 
This scene wins the heart into mood, 

As rays through fane window 
Pour their sombre with brighter floO(), 

Sacred power to show; 
Or like to sportive, ready wit. 

That well adorns its place; 
As is oft seen in eacred writ. 

From whi^h sin flies apace. 
Cry aloud, good Elijah said, 

Baal on a journey, 
Or else asleep, witholds his aid, 

Which for gods is funny. 
So ye who, to sin by moon-light, 

Forget God fills that place, 
You forewarning, I wish good night, 

And much restraining grace- 



THE VLOV^nUiOY. 47 

No, no, good Irieiid, remain longer, 

'Tis a most charming night — 
See, renard round barn-} aid oornisr 

Runs rougisU uut ot s];;(>t. 
The fox acts like temptation, 

Like motives in our hearts. 
Like some cherished inclination 

Toward treacherous arts. 
But bark, bear now that dulcet pound 

From the farmhouse window. 
Where the Ploughboy bis tlute has found, 

Just for one tune or so. 
The music old Peppy awaktie, 

Who, happy in sweet rest, 
Says what melody that flute makes, 

Midst my dream of the blest. 
But it is to please her dear pet, 

And so to let him play, v. 

No more she dreams, without regret, 

Until she hears him say 
^eggy, kind Peggy, do you hear? 

She ready his love to win. 
Replies yes, tell your wish, my dear. 

'Tis let my friend come in.' 
A strange introduction forsooth, 

But as life goes along. 
There are some funny things in youth, 

Never let there be wrong. 
A soft couch the kind maid prepares, 

And then in gentle tone. 
Asks will you please to come up staire? 

There he is left alone. 



48 THE PT.OUGHBOi. 

Home-spun, on a larmer's soft bed, 

See both sheets an(] cuunterpain, 
The feathers from geese Peggy ied, 

Blankets the sh«eptold*8 gain. 
The mats upon the clean washed floor 

Good taste and skill display, 
Braided from clothes all thieadbare Yiort. 

The work for rainy day. 
Chairs that were made in times of old. 

With backs stiff and erect, 
The carving antique, sheen as gold, 

As with brightness bedecked 
The eagle perched upon th' mirror high, 

With pinions out spread wide 
Appears always ready to fly, 

'Tis wood, so must abide. 
Around are pictures of fond triends, 

Edwards the good Divine, 
And those on whom his robe descends, 

In miniature shine. 
Washington, hero, good as great, 

In all homes you may see, 
The well beloved, revered inmate, 

In all his dignity. 
The stately lable wrought of oak 

In days of festive song, 
Or of fierce clashing sabre-stroke, 

When men had things made strong. 
Perhaps in some old castle hall, 

Around it were seated 
ilnip;hts ready at clarion's loud call 

Thtt.Marmion treated 



T HE FLO UGH B( A. 49 

Upon it now is always found 

The Bible in rich sheen. 
With books in doctrine digbted sound 

To toll what it may mean. 
While virtue can sweeten auch rest, 

By rural labor got, 
Truly will those homes become blest; 

Karth has no better lot. 
No watchman his nightly round goes, 

Or heavy tread is heard, 
To distrub refreshing repose 

For man, for beast, for bird. 
The ni^iht is rest time, so still, 

And its bjilmy pure air 
Inhaled fiesh from grove and hill, 

Weary man well may share. 
'Tis where the Ploughboy life began, 

Amidst those rocks and hills. 
Is found the working countryman 

On the soil that he tills. 
But lo, the hours have sped along, 

The beauteous morn has come, 
Now the glad birds renew their^ottg, 

Earth resounding welcome. 
Soon Peggy, just her mind to show, 

Thus to the PloughboycSays, 
Dear, 'twas wrong to serve me so 

No more such rougish ways' 
l^ay jdear aunt, yoii,know me well; 

*For brightly th'moon did shine, 
"So now to oar folks please to tell 

That is a friend of mine. 



5e THE PLOUGimui. 

So now tis a rare chance to sbow^ 

In hospitable mood, 
How completely to please you kno >v 

By the flavour of th' fooil. 
Ha, ha, sweet darling, as you wish 

With what is choice and nice, 
Charm-like I '11 fill every dish, 

All served up to suffice. 
Just in time old Uicbard's milk-can, 

And eggs to enrich the fare. 
May heaven bless the useful man! 

Thrice double be his share. 
Like busy bees, all are stirring. 

Both father and mother, 
Lucy, young Lucy is churninfr, 
'Tis work and bliss together. 
Suppose some one there, just think so, 

Among th^m .residing, 
To Hnd scenes <jood as had Tasso — 

That instruct in read In::. 
Th' good father exalts his station. 

Gains honor by labor, 
As one worthy of his nation, 
Without bribes for favor. 
The mother him worthy to match. 

Has fraaally been wont, 
To nse well new cloth, or to patch, 

As aflTairs may most want. 
Deenly joyous those streams of thought, 

By that good mother fed; 
All with warmest affection wrought , - 
That in reproof she said 



TH E PLOUGlIbu Y. J-^*'- ^ 

Soon droops the uident, youthful soul 

To some unliaj.py mood, 
If she fill not life's 'golden bowl 

With what makes pleasures good. 
The Ploughboys^ uiother fills life's bowl, 

Yes fills it as wants erave, 
But with what is a healthy dole. 

To nourish and to save. 
Cheerly, good sense in management 

Gives grace to all her way; 
Ever on duty most intent, 

She bears maternal sway. 
Amidst her smiles beaming cheerful, 

Wake muse, thy part to take, 
Kor let one heart become mournful, 

Joyous, right joyous make. 
Bid the merry home-stead notes ring, 

Let innocence be heard, 
Ere sin all sorrows can unstring, 

While virtue is revered. 
Though no embattled castle wall 

1 in time's moss may clothe, 
Where ht roes at loud clarion's call, 

In coiibat bravely strove; 
Or inweave not strains marvellou?, 

Making sin's drapery 
To hide some acts ridiculous 

And senseless foppery: 
Although no wild chamois I cbas?. 

Leaping from crag to cliflf 
Where not but eajjles live in th' glace, 

All elie in ice is stiff: 



52 THE PLOUGHBOY 

Though no heroic theme I choose » 

Except episode straing, 
By thy father's deeds, by their woes. 

Will you contemn my pains? 
Then while such a stupid cold heart 

Must doze its life away, 
To congenial souls I impart 

The bliss of. what I gay. 
Give me mindg, lead me to hearts 

That seek the streams of truth, 
That love whatever it imparts, 

Help for sires, guides for youth/ 
Not merely fanciful I speak 

In this my rural theme; 
An object most sacred I seek. 

While many only dream. 
It mothers act mothers truly, 

In faith and works abound, 
Children docile or unruly, 
V VVorthy folks may be found; 
- But ,a8 gem.t, may glisten far away, 

■' For. other dames to wear; 
, . Mars^with his hounds will not stay, 
.^vThey;:,drive, ihey bite, they tear. 
. How rabidxtbey raved of yore, 
', As on these' strains shall flow, 
T^e hearts forlorn, the pains they bcjre, 

The Xotsiirs woes will show. 
But ere' for th'world, for God to car# 

Still from the .busy mart, 
On sweet home's altar, io prayer 



God of the balmy morning air. 

Source and ffiver of joy, 
Asthy blessinss bounteous tua. 

Thy praise cur phid employ. 
B'or<Tive, sustain, refresh and guide. 

And 'grace for grace' bestow. 
Let thy love in onr lot abide, 

Its rich hopes with ns jro. 
Ifoiy Spirit, teacher to show 

The safe, th' gospel pathway. 
Error to shun, and truth to kno\f , 

Renen» our hearts this day. 
When thu8 is sought consistent cheer, 

The farmerR hie to mow; 
Making hay while the sun shines clear, 

To work they meny go. 
Hark, whetting scythes makes a clatter, 

Hardest tools get some gaps, 
Keenest minds find 'tis no easy matter , 

To escape all mishaps. 
The right arm swings round with pow«r, 

The left bends at elbow, 
As most aracefuUy the mower 

Doth lay the green grass low. 
As breezes th' white crest of ocean, 

So over fertile ground, . 
In his manly speed of motion, 

See hira toss th' blades around. 
No spicy lands this world over, 

Morp perfume can make, 
Tbvn the red new mown clowr 
Ti .,t lads and lassei rake. 



54 THE PLOUGHBOY 

But flora's thbes, beauteous all, 

Lay trophies at their feet, 
ISo prepare my friends, at his call, 

The mower, death to p.ieet. 
Vaunters in profane ridicule. 

Those false wils, loud HcolTers, 
Among all he must sternly rule, 

Nor heel rant or eotfera. 
Lo, how many creatures live here 

Upon ^reen grassy plain; 
These for food, we to fatness rear, 

Those for labor retain. 
Well creation's grt-at work was done, 

For beast, good, swift or htrong. 
Rejoice beneath the bright glowing sun 

To help men work along. 
How the horse, with sinew-clad frame, 

His neck bent for power. 
So curvetting and prancing, came 

The earth pawing over. 
But not for mighty 3pee<i alone, 

So goo I for cavaliers. 
Among bold heroes he has shone. 

Nor spear, nor death he feara. 
When safe across the Deleware 

Our VVashington would go, 
His on dashing steed was there. 

To breast th' waves' swelling flow. 
So harp let music among your strings 

Mingle in praises good 
To God for every living thing. 

These for work, thos« fnrfood. 



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v^e sang the morning srnrs o( olj. 

So let oi'tMtioa siiii^^ 
I'«t iili in lovu rbe themus imfold. 

Whence soiig8 forever spring. 
Let not your heart:i lack this pleasare, 

VVhich, more than more fiction. 
Fills our lives beyond all measure, 

Hope shall have fruition. 
Though no shepherd on mossy rock, 

Or by some babbling brook, 
Prophefie sings, amidst his flock, 

Sonus for God's holy book; 
Nor Gondoliers by river-shore, 
Chint in responsive strain, 
As at Venice heard th' waters o'er, 

Pulling their o^ra amain; 
No n liad has sparkling fountain, 

On whose white, marble shrine. 
Seen from fairy, famous mountain, 

Votive offerings shine; 
Yet what a host, worthv hprocg. 

Wisely dauntless and bold; 
As historic page so brightly hhowa, 

Whose fame their virtues told. 
But my Plou'zhboy mows not alone; 

Events make rich harvest, 
True virtues for heaven have grown. 

Time cuts down all the rest. 
Let us gather sheaths of that grain, .. 

The good fruit immortal, 
Lifo has one rich eitensive pUia 
Whence ta garuer it aU. ^, -; 



58 THE PLOU(THnOY. 

Some cJouds mflke brig'it skies brighteri 

Rays linger in iheir ile^jce. 
These episodes show scenes li)jhter, 

They pleasure will increase. 
Our joyous hearts seek a sweet themei 

They strugnle, and they pant 
Per something beyond mere dreamy 

Give life scenes that enchant. 
Though the rakers should have a song, 

And a cheery one too, 
As bold genius leads me along, 

Her 'Ourse 1 must pursue. 
Eapt in holy inspiration, 

Are heard sad moaning sighs; 
Lo, there is loud supplication, 

Lo, an old soldier cries. 
Upon that yonder mo58y stone, 

Care worn, weary, and sad, 
^its an aged stranger alone. 

Where once bis youth was glad. 
His locks are white as falling snow, 

His face void of gladness, 
Js Wet with tears that trickling flow, 

His breast heaves with sadness. 
Anon the muse unfolds the scene, 

To show the old man's sorrow, 
Whose joys are few, his grief is keen. 

That his heart doth harrow. 
Say yt that no poesy ye love? 

Thii scene your hearts shall melt, 
Or else most clearly you will prove 

Thesi bound in stony belt. 



'nil: VLovainu^y. vi 

To jjati lots that all well know, 

loCliristians such imiucd 
Soiuo scenes ot'oUIon tiuics I will tihow, 

That will to virtue Icaci. 
His plume that was so white and r«<l, 

When worn in battle's day, 
When waved it crest like ou his bead, 

Doth on his bosom hi}', 
A goldier good and brave was he. 

In Youthful ardor utrojig. 
To his country true as one can be, 

He won ihis grateful song. 
He oft out sped the mountain stag, 

Kone more swift could be found 
To run through }»len, or climb a crag, 

Lo t'was but leap and bound. 
His in very deed a pood wit". 

One son, now in t lie grave. 
Then the hope and solace of lify. 

Most joyous promise j^ave. 
Such, ere wa- his hopes liad blasted, 

Was his peaceful home; 
Sadly a-e time's ways contrasted, 

His lot was far to roaju. 
In prison long be lived to mourn, 

T'wa3 like life in the grave. 
Then sick he was. stranger forlorn, 

As Napoleon th, brave. 
His friends knew not he lived or died? 

Death seemed to be his lot; 
If any for him ever sighed, 

Quite «ft he was forgot. 



'>:^ THE PLOUGHBOY. 

Yet some in praise ot Vetron spoke, 

Vetron, so ^lood, ao brave, 
Who met the foes, their ranks be broke, 

Dear freeiiom's caase to save. 
His wife, amidst dubious ills, 

It' indeed a widow, 
At death bequeathed to the Lotsills 

Good upland and meadow. 
John was expert among his craft, 

And always might have been, 
Had he not made so large a draft, 

Whence comes no good to men. 
Suppose he had presentiment, 

That Vetron might appear. 
Header, strive for contentment, 

Ag.iiiJst such rising fear. 
6ince :reation's fresh, blushing moro, 

With wisdom or with power, 
What m.in this earth around, wag bom 

To stop time for an hour? 
Duty in all events demands, 

That, since so (rail we are, 
In faith to apply both heart and hands, 

All else will be God's care. 
John, like many, had well began, 

But tempted to despair. 
He then'appeared a man undone, 

Nor dared in hope to share. 
Kind Ellen cheered his sad heart, 

And light shone in once more, 
Where it appeared beyond all art 

Joyous hope to restore. 



THE PL()UGHBOY> 65 

With bonny flag and canvas bri-ir, 

Over the deep swell mg t<tk«, 
Jerome and Roland fake delig'it 

For their fond sister^ s?iFvo. 
Soon as their notes join in our sodg;, 

The muse shall enttrtai?i. 
And in so rare, commingling throng, 

Welcome Vetron home again. 
Aha, aha, at setting sun, 

In harmonious glow. 
When raker's all sk) well have done, 

Let cheery numbers How. 
The raker's labor claims good song; 

For it the cattle feeds, 
And makes to thrive through winter long 

What most the dairy needs. 
Nature gives us this harvest mirth, 

For us she fills her horn, 
But 'tis little men prize her worth, 

Too oft requite in scorn. 
Our life its harvest also n;aps: 

Youth blooms fair as flowers. 
Old age fiides, and feebly creeps, 

Christ's fair mansions be ours. 
Since from the cottage by the moor 

Our path han been so gay, 
That we may meet once more 

To close our pleasing lay. 
Let me chant my invocation 

For joys that richly flow — 
For beauteous, inspiration, 

When sweet, fair flowers blow. 



Ot. THE I'LOOimBOY. 



Mine be words most fitly givett, 

For truth to glow, e'en in hcavciit 

Give me wisdom for my power^ 

Angels guard me evety hour. 

Sweep, muse, o'er all ihe tuneful athllgl, 

To awake those creative sjvrinjis, 

That love, truth and hope impart. 

Let heaven now be in my heart. 

This bt hour of inspiration, 

Fervent rise my invocation, 

My soul l»y g'-nce hi' fiee IVom blamo, 

Nor live to sin, through Jesus* name* 

Bathe soul, thyself in streams of love, 

Ecstatic in God, freely rove, 

Until thy lanj^uai-e shall be pure, 

To sinL' what like Him shall endure. 

I love the frlentls for whom I sing, 

Would that for them every 8t7-lng, 

Far moie tuneful its part to take, 

Could (or pleading themes awake. 

If you charm, thou sweet warbling SOng, 

Gushinj; jov streams pour, pour along, 

The tide tharo'er time's farthest shore 

Shall lave God's throne forever more* 

Thus let farmers at setting sun, 

When the hay maker's woik is dcDC, 

Join our Father^ God to extol, 

Who clad with grass this earthly ball. 













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THE PLOUGHBOY. 

A FOEM, PART THIRD, 

COMPOSED, ILLUSTKATED 
& rUISLISHED SOLELV 

BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. 

ATITHOK OF OLIVE GROVK, ETC, 
SALEM. 



74 TRANSLATION OF LATIN ON PAGE 72 

For joy or for grief thy nuptials will be; 
Bat in good hearts God always will dwell. 

NOTES. 

Sweetly warbling like^birds In June; 
As the breeze blows afliong the strings 
of the aeolian harp (quavering or warbling 
sounds arc heard, so the spirit-barp, when 
the Spirit- bongster breaths upon il, gives 
music far more delightful than that made 
by tb<j amateur's fleshly fingers upon any 
material instrument, page 74 
The nominative she in the line 

No fickle game she plays, 
and the objective her m the linf 

Prize btr not for mere ruddy hue; 
personify love as expressed in the con- 
text on page 7 r. Thus the inspiration „ 
came in manner and matter. 
Singing their instinct woriis. 

Instinct-word, Bunb«^nni, waterfall & 
other compounds have a more intensive 
signilication than adjectives 

A sunny beam is u very biiiiht ray; 
13 ut the sunbeam is the kii)^ of day; 

.So also au instinctive 
word may be expressive of any intuitive 
power, but instinct-word.^, as used in the 
above line, signify the ever melodious 
songs of the urove. Page 78 
That Ploughboy and mine shall agree 

By faith that knows nothing but God 
in Christ, immutable in iove^ power and 
justice. PB^e 96. Salem, August, 1855, 



DEFACE. 71 

In New Engl^ind society commcnceil 
With families, that well had sustained their 
iiome-sceneg in theOid Father Land. 

Father^, grandfathers, mothers and 
grandmothers arranged anew their hoiise- 
holdf!,and nursed their ofispring; thus com- 
mencing civil institutions amidst all the 
fostering influences of domestic economy, 
with good experience in the various events 
of the nuptial state. 

As the first weddings were solemnized 
Hy a religious rite in the deep solitude oi 
the wilderness, their interest, without dis- 
phy of gallaniry, v/as far more captivating 
than the most imaginative, iiupassioned ro- 
mance. Transported from all the establish- 
ed institutions of their native land, where 
by conformity, they might have had mnch 
worldly prosperity, the lovers vowed to be 
true amidst the weal or woe of the lor ely 
wild. The poem that revives, reanimates, 
and makes national .sentiment all hullowed 
l>y such semes, must be dignified, while it 
it will become more beautiful as our ob- 
servation enables us to eherish its associ- 
ations with ail our endearments of lite. 

The language of passion cannot retain 
the heart in its power; for the emotions 
naturally quick, beyond control, soon live, 
& as soon die. Diction may duly blend 

these powers, alway wisely indulgent, never 
passionless, never void of good instruction. 
The Psalmist David had unrivalled elo- 
quence in every department of literature. 



72 i»BEFACE 

A penitent sinner, under circurastnn- 
cies the most royal, where nionarcbs have 
shielded wickedness by insignia,, his lan- 
guage in the fifty first Fsalm is li auj,4it 
with truly impassioned beauties. The pa?, 
sion lor Bath-fheba was converteJ to an 
invincible desire to regain God's iiivoi. 

The mighty spiritual contpsr 
ends not, until the struggle results in eter- 
nal joy. 

Where hypocricy has not con- 
trol, such shall be the lervor of ray song 
in the Piougboy, not only lor the sect that 
first.consecrated the forest, but lor all, who> 
as religious toleration was learned, be- 
came associated with them iu the United 
kStates. All who like Ellen and the 

Ploughboy may claim them, and imitate 
their virtues. Associate them withBun- 
yan'a Pilgrim, with Jeremey Taylor's Ho- 
ly living and holy Dying, and with The 
Little itempis. 

Gaudio vel dolori erunt 

Nuptiae tibi; 
Sed in bonis oordibus est 

J)€P8 eemper. 

Before the Fonrth Part of The PJough- 
boy will be published, the anthor think- 
ing th fepublic for patronage, intends to 
iedue TOb Telegraph, a poem fonndeJ ^n 
interesting fflct^. 



PREFACE. 73 

The lines on,|be following page express a 
pleasant remembrance of one whose ami' 
able deportment truly won them. No creeds 
nor sectg can subdue the ardor of the heart 
that throbs with the emotions with which 
they are iraught. 

I believe ahd humbly re'oice 
In the Divinity of Christ — yet 1 tan love 
the spirit nt our Lord when breathed b^ 
any brother, although that brother wears 
not the same bad^e of christian faith. 

The liymn foi sailors^ alluded 
to in i7iy veracs, was composed by the late 
Rev. Dr. Flint for an anniversary meeting 
of fhe Seaman's Widow and Orphan Aa- 
sOGiatonheld at the South Congregational 
Church,Salcm, 

The Pastor of that Church for fifty yeara 
has Preached 'Christ crucified.' 

For fifty years the Herald stood, 

Souls to time many came, 
Souls Iteii tiuie^ with instruction good, 

Tc all he preached the same, 
Y^ strong, ye weak, they are troly wiso 

Who in the narrow way, 
Press towards the mark for the prize, 

Where Chriet calls them aw|;. 



M PREFACE. 



A TRiBUTE TO THE MEMORY OP 

XHE LATE RE V.JAMES FLINT, BD. 

Silent that barp late beard in tune, 

Sweetly warbling like birds in June; 

The Spirit-songster no more appears, 

Griet demanded tlie niourner's tears. 

Kot mere summer songs sang our bard; 

When sorrow's road wa? thorny and hard, 

When winter brouglit her frosty compeers, 

lija strains subdued the poor man's feara. 4 

it v::\d thuii I last hearu bis song 

From prases the gold to charm along; 

.Ah bia muse did the Sailorboy befriend, 

The rich echo never will end- 

F'-T Hairrison his most classic dirge, 

])r,io(ul as ocean's moaning surge, 

T.Tnto each sad heart gave reliet, 

IJv Mttering the nation's grief. 

In tlic Fane, where oft wont to plead, 

}^obed for the grave, friends saw him dead. 

Now in bi« sorg consecrated grove. 

For him ilowere shall tell our love. 

'J'o widow, and fatherlest^ child, 

To Irionds made happy when Le smiled, 

To all lliat ;^aw"^lis ready bow, 

Above death's shades, lo,be speaketb now. 

*rjilve up, take up, bear on, bear on 

'Xhw blood Tcd cross, till heaven is won, 

When Clod full richly will repay 

those Tvha extend the gospel sway. 




In the |;ine, where oft mcmt io pka(lt 




THE PLOUGHBQY- 

Drear -would parihbe, bve gono awav, 

lils werie great long before; 
Bat alas, in aucb luckless day, 

Pleaspure would be no more. 
Life has sure boon of Jove 1o win; 

No fickle game she plays, 
If fraud is'found, tis work of sin, 

God makes good all his ways. 
Frize her not for mere ruddy hue; 

For time will often show 
This one false in heart, that one true; 

Study thyself to know. 
As empty cups to thirsty lips, 

So beauty, without heart, 
When mortal man for pleasure sips, 

relief orlv doth iaipart. 



78 THE PLOUGHBOXi 



Yet beauty may have heart to love , 

Beauty has joyous grace , 
When true, like angels from above, 

To cheer every place. 
God made beauty for virtue true. 

Charms for youth, bright though old. 
Let her pure, healthy buds bloom for yOU, 

Her garb arround you fold. 
Such love and beauty wake the song, 

Where carol, carol birds, 
Rural strains for earth to prolong, 

Singing their instinct words. 

THK WEDDING DAY. 

Now hark what sounds so sweet we hear, 

From the gathering throng, 
Mild zephyrs blow, the sky is clear, 

As they come th' roads along. 
See how many, and many more, 

Country girls, country boys. 
To the good cottage by the moor 

Go to swell nuptial joys. 
Lo, those old men with oaken canes, 

Dame>, companions in age. 
Whoso tales of goodly ancient days 

The ardent minds engage. 
Since life in youth or age can dress- 
As time wears morn or noon, 
Tbo crood poet can do no less 

'X\iiM\ bJeiid them well in tune. 



THE rLOTIGHBOY. 



But while the eong must be of man, 

Know how my words do burn, 
I will incite you, if I can — 
To live in love, and learn 
Character in every shade, 
Even on wedding day; 
In our hearts let the test be made, 

A* we tread on life's way. 
Dame doubt is like plants slow to bloom , 

That look not at the sun, 
But down to earth in dreary gloom, 

Her life goes joyless on. 
Dame hope is like the smiling morn, 

AlwavH brighter beaming, 
With her none can long mourn forlorn, 

All see good days coming. 
Miss envy, dark cloud by bright star, 

That fierce winds drive anon. 
Would rather increase grievous care, 
Than cheer all happy on. 

Jane Sympathy has gentle heart, 

If ills befall, to come« 
With ready at hand kindly art 

That cheers up sorrow's home. 
James Skill has thoughts that in bis lifo 

To usefulness aspire; 
While others fret, or fail in strife, 

He works out his desire. 
From scenes of ease or good employ 

Join the sad with the gay. 
As they come to see the Ploughboy 

On his glad wedding- day 



80 THE PLOUGilBOY. _ _ 

'Tifl vrell, let home be where it may. 

Not to live mooding dull, 
When pleasures come, and naught to pay r 

But hearts truly grateful. 
See yonder blind Stephen is led, . rj 

Who never saw the sun, . , 

Day on his eyes no light has shed, ; . ..■^- 

He walks in darkness on. 
But he hears, speak kind words to bim» a 

Tie seeks heavenly lighS *■ 

His the pr3yer,and hi:^ the hymn,. ..,.(■ 

Musick is hie delight. , _ • - : : . ,u 
l)y his fiidc 8»>e that gnaw white Iambi ... <, 

Klo\vt;j:i adorn his ncek, 
Thy emblem* O SON of I AM, 

When dying for our sake. 
Then good loving Mary Lotsillj 

And Jerry full of unrth, . 

J3fing two white doves, that truly will,, ,- 

Cooing, speak Ellen's w<>nh. , . 
Such jiiiftF, if 1«.^S3 dazzUvig than geld, 

When that ix seldom had, - 

Will cheer the heart with joy tintQi^j 

Their want would make it s^d. 
Four girls, fair as a rose cafi blow, 

Flora in wreaths display, 
And all the people wiih them go* 

As they pass on their way 
To where Vetron, the brave has come, 

To all smiling he bows. 
Though he hears no inspiring drum, 
He sweeter pleasure kncTvs. 



,'■ ^itzLsiii. m-G.. -,ra 




I'his lamb, tbougli k I never saw, 



THE PLOUGHBQY. S^ : 

'XWas amidst scenes hap])y like lliis 

At Cana iwo did wftd, 
When our Lord , to inoroase their LU;)a< 

Pure wine of water made, 
Not with temptation to sparkle; 

For as Jesus 'knew no sin', 
He wrought thid, tiis first uuraclej 

Men unto truth to win. 
Heaven and earth shall pas3 away, 

Said onr most holy Lord, 
Never, never, in any way 

Shall my inspired word. 
He, who thus blessed hymjen's rite, 

Is near on wedding day. 
In all these seenes he finds delight, 

His will should love ob^y. 
Be this rite by hij gospel blessed, 

Freedom shall never lack, 
From north to south, from east to west, 

Her oar will clear the track. 
TjQt the fisherman a^ his line, 

The Plougliboy by the moor, 
Find that.led by the hand divine, 

Gospel sheep are «6t poor. 

SCE:*rE3 AT THE COTTAGE. 

Now Ellen, to prove this promise true, 

In plighted, sacred vows, 
By ber life's devotion wJllte^j^ch yon 

Trne love no. languor kiiowsj 



84 THE PLOUGUBOY. 



Then sidg muse like some sei'apb glad, 

But siGg for earth thy strain, 
Sing that joyous faith may bo had 

In what God did ordain. 
As flowets bloom wild by the moor. 

The maid 13 nature's child, 
And the groops that surround her dooi 

Know her life undetilcd. 
Not perfect as ii smooth marble, 

NoJ- asset tuneful strain, 
But her heart beats amiabk, 

And can friendabip maintain. 
Si«oa her life was one of a friend 

At borne, at school, ju»t 60 
Her blias with the PloughbO}** will blCB^r 

In wIH, in work to go. 
Lo as (hoy come, the youD^^^ thd o1d| 

The wedding scene to grace, 
Stephen, with his lamh froo the foJcl^ 

Canrtct see Kltcn'a face, 
But: hears her woids of symjpathy, 

And arround her fair n€ck, 
In all his glow of ecstacy, 

Throws a wreath for love*t> take. 
Then Ploughboy, he aajrif, take isy tiim%, 

And when blest as briilegroom^ 
Bcoauso blind boy, alas, I am. 

Light thou my dreary gloom. 
Thy lovely words cheer my long night, 

For unto the kne heart 

Such radiance of gospel light 

JD^h joToufueas imparl. 



THE PLQUGHBOY. 85 

This lamb, though it I never aaw, 

Mosr gentle 'tis I know, 
Has taught me that love h the law 

By which we safely go. 
This world, they oft tell me, is vain. 

t wish for eyes to see, 
But this forsooth appears^tjuite plain 

God made E!!en tor thea. 
Sea Mary with her little <]ovfv 
* J'erry has the other, 
Both their afiection fully proyf^. 

Singing thus together. 
Hear kind maid, kind maid by the moor 

These cooing, cooing dotes, ' 

Love Hke them, constant ever rtiovfi 

A true heart never rove.f. 
With their garlands so fresh, so fair, 

They all in joyons mood, 
IJntathe village fhurrli repair 

To flee ft rit'» 5o good. 
A? they onward go, Vetron teHs 

How it was England's Queen 
'They married amidst pealing bells 

What rPtiPMe <vas seen. 
Fcers of the blood royal were there 
Judjjes with Jearnrng grave, * 

And Bishops to her did repair, 

Ranks of or, hosts o/ brave. 

With her beloved Albert the Prince 

She, tlius married in state, 
Has kept royal house ever since, 

I'ili her havsehold is great 



815 THE PLOUGHfiOY 



Yo.t suid he, Ellen,Princes true, 

Not born of royal bloo'.l, 
The maid by the moor, one like you, 

Will make a wife as good. 
But sing, huzza, for song 'twas well, 

On the blue roUitJg wave, 
Sped a barque, how her sails did swell, 

Fair young Ilortense to save. 
Dancing barefoot on that ship's deck, 

Lively in her chitchat, 
Was she whom gems did soon bedeck, 

Her son crowned, think of that. 
But Jacl^ Tar was ^uite sad at heart, 

Her feet were blistered so, 
And expert at his humble art, 

He cut, and made a shoe. 
Waves rose sportive with liquid life. 

Deep to deep sang glory, 
Bearing her to the sceiies of strife. 

To shine in hisflbry. 
Where she, gaining, by char-ges great, 

Father Napoleon, 
Wedded Joseph, in (Queenly state. 

And Fortune's car rolled on.- 
Louisher son Emperor reigns, 

His Queen, Fortune's Flower, 
Blooms where God most wisely ordains, 

Let her seek his power. 
Thus Yetron docs his friends amuse 

80 sweet his goodly talk, 
Kono to hear can indeed refuse, 
\]<A closclv ?>y hia^ walk. 




But I ei\: comebVii'd'as Tor; KsGuire :'%:.,.™-v' ^- 



TJHfi FLOUGHBOY. 89 



Bnt horci comes Versus 'iWt ."Esquirey 

firci at ilic B«! h^> oak, 
Wnile from bim Ujc j^ullty retire, 

Tl^e vtiOP'jjcd his aid invoke. 
Law keeps him in great commotioc; 

ILhc it does not know, 
iVlany s-ceing his promotion 

I^Jakti him iheir Cisero. 
But sirlfo gets the corn from the bin| 

CVrn faimers sweat to hoe, 
'Which, had [hey all more peaceful been, 

They might have kept, you know. 
Doctor Ilealtbblodm, the rose of joy, 

Hig sunbs your gloom dispel, 
That married folks may him employ, 

Oi his likill many tell. 
Now on the preen meet together, 

Grandam infirm and old, 
The Ploiif»bboy's father and mother, 

VVitb those of whom I told. 
Koland and Jerome gentle youtb, 

From Ellen sad to part. 
Esteem the Plonghboy much lorsooth, 

And thus solace the heart. 
Four lusty swains, girls goodly four, 

Their garland arch to rear, 
See in ranks at the chapel door, 

As the couple appear, 
Wiio in goodly apparel clad 

Unto the altar go. 
Thus to see them there all are gladj 

Ai oiiiiling faces bbow. 



90 THE PLOUGHBOY 

j^^^i^il^^— ^^^— — M— ^— p— IM^— ^M^— ■— I Will, tt 

Now sounds the organ throagh tlie fane 

Till with faith to inspire, 
The Pastor doth as Christ ordains, 

Of the Ploughboy inquire 
Will you have Ellen for fond wife 

In christian harmony, 
To love, honor, and cherish through life 

In good raatrimon}' ? 
He says so aid nie if God will, 
I this vow till death will fulfil. 
Ellen, will you, come weal, come "WOe, 

Always p.itiently learn 
For the Ploughboy true love to sboW) 

He thus doth ask in turn. 
She says so aid me if God will, 
I this vow till death will fulfil. 
Th' Ploughboy says by my ring— hear HOti 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost— 
Tfa^e, Ellen, with goods I endow 

'^Cheerly to my utmost. 
Joined by holy vows they kneeling, 

Hear tlie fervent prayer, 
That God to them grace revealing, 

"Make them his constant care. 
All things In christian order done, 

They before known as two, 
Are made by holy wedlock one. 

Until death the same undo. 
Lel,ere tbe.sacred courts they leave, 

Pearianli JeJsovah praise, ^ 
Ljet,tlpm choral harmony give, 
«^^AmV thieir hotannas raise 



|P|JjR.f«!Wip^a^iH*^^^ ^ 




THE PLOUGHBQV. 95 

God that made us with love ioglow^ 

■ BIes3 these vows hetc made, 

Confirm these hearts, to them kvor show, 

AfTection's fervor aid. 
Father of love. Father of grace, 
Dwell thou around their home, 
And be their hearts thy dwelling place, 

Come Je3us, Saviour cotn<?. 
While on them thou dost lichly pour 

E:irth,s blessing good for all, 
Gospel faith give them ever moraj 

And break sin's deadly thrall. 
Let children's children learn thy will, 

Our countries infant host 
Be all taught to sustain right well 

What honors nations most. 
Thus prevails my invocation, 
To give my humble strain 
That right blissful consummation. 

To soar, and soar again, 
My verso glows with natural charms 

For eaich generous soul; 
'Tis not fiction, it vice disarms, 

As its rich numbers roll. 
Keaders sceptic ot indisposed 

In gloom must doubting pine, 
Baptized in truth-stream here disclosed 

Hearts will rejoice with mine. 
When patient Job would God find out, 

His sacred muse he sent 
Through all the light that shone filout, 
Warbling truth on she went. 



(^(i THE PT.OUGHBQT. 

F^me mockcii fhat Tiod serving P!oiigboy, 

And his wife s^iiljcurse Go.d\ 
But &ln no good hope can destrov. 

Verse fiowsd boneatli the rod. 
Tiiat Plougbboy and uiino shall agree 

Frouj where shines Orion 
To the depth of the broud blue sea, 

I'o praise the Holy One. 
J^st thy endless beauties wake my lyre, 

As through thee I niay roam, 
With all thy Spirit me inspire, 

America my home. 
Go muse to Rocky Mountain way, 

And as you go be heard, 
Where freshest nature wakes the lay, 

Where sings the prairy bird. 
Though neighbors 5ay, end not thy song, 

Wc would hear you sing more, ; 
For many merry dii} s have gone 

►Since we came to the moor, 
Cheer, cheer the Kenzan on his way, 

Bless, Loid, his himiblccot, 
Where until his life's latest day, 

Let freedom Ve his lot. 
While lakes, rivers, mountuins and bille 

Be themes to wake my strain, 
Let not blessinc angela be still, 

Speed ye from plain to plain. 
God that links my nictrical line, 

A chain of blessing make. 
That wisely will events combine 

i"'j> all n»v countries sake. 



k 



THE PLOUGH BOY. 99 

Bat they say reveal more of love, 

Of that passion flower 
Dropt by anpels from scenes above, 

In froodly, blisslul hour. 
Some folks call Iitin a boy Tvith wings^ 

And very li<»ht they say, 
One that dots some curious things, 

And then lie Hies away. 
1 think he must be more than boy, 

Or a fading flower. 
For he does greatest wits employ, 

Swayed by bis power. 
Two pretty birds were on a tree. 

They chirped in fondness long. 
They played in all love's ecstacy, 

Sweet was their loving soiig. 
1 bave sbowcfd you two pretty youtb, 

Fond love with reason too, 
They know of error, and of truth, 

By grace, are christians true. 
PsBsioDB they have, affection pure, 

The one-by natnre came* 
The other friendship maketh eul^i 

Through changing scenes the eaoie* 
But now I wish iry pretty rhyme. 

That thou rc!nair> at rest, 
And since I need thee not this time. 

Come when else you may list.' 
In eloqucDce let numbers roll, 

Pure, classic thoi^bts I want, 
While truth and Iwe them control, 

Of no more I will yauot. 



100 THE Pf.OIJGHBOY. 



THK DIGRfidSlOK. 

Lo, In the groen wild W00J3 were assembled 
Endicot, SaltonStdll and their compeers, 
Winthrop jin<l those whose names tell volumes, 
So lustrous are they on historic pa;»e. 
Led by a Providenco wise and j^racious, 
Though dad when ij-ckdy Arabella died. 
Anon they revived as trees transplanted, 
When ocean.ertrth and skies joined to enrich 
Villages, towns, cities, countied, then states; 
Time works wonderfaliy, when 'tis God's willj 
As waters, wave on wave auccessive. roll, 
Events on events rise sublime in state, 
Wnat God holds up no mortal hand can break. 
From one to fil'ty yaia they fust increased, 
A century, thuu two, lo, how many, 
"i'he little band became millions in host. 

Friend, 13 thy lot in, thia so goodly land? 

if 'tis, be tlK)u well worthy of tUy home. 

Let all thy life "lospol treedoai, sustain; 

For those that love (ioil, and their country too, 

Will hav^ his grace to make joyous their lot. 

Ijut though ail brightly earth now blooma for us; 
Ott beneath the turf loved relics we place, 
Not the potxl— kc that aspire to see God, '- 
Nor only those that cheered our (^wn firesides, 
But HH Kantuul that won a goodly nw-ed, r 
And Webster, whose elo'pience made him great. 
iUisb, huslunor wisper strife arround the grave; 
ji'or fragrant flowers would bloom on them all. 

CON VERS K AT THK NEW HOME. 

Lojho'/ life opes its way at the new homo; 
ijyt: religion strengthening the lernij o^ hope. 



•.»* rtx H K*. S. iM Am * *'" 




THE PLOUGH BOX IC-'^ 

Husband. '' '■ ^ 

Hark ye, wife, the riougbboy to Ellen says, 

Lo, is to be sung this day in Rowley, 
A song of the Jewetta in ancient days, 

And since farmers will be there most surely. 
Say, may we not join with them right early? 
And as the' pace of time is never slow. 

Let us follow it onward and checrjy, 
K*>eping'liie in itsh'&ppy, sunny glow; 
For love lives by loving, my dear, you know. 

Wife. 
Indeed that love live? by loving is clear; 

But its course must have many ;i turning, 
And to mak« this truth more plainly appear, 
I will give you such proct by Wty churning, 
That all the Jewetts auld langsyne learning, 
Will eat my butter with such a good zest, 

'Twill make their faces smile as the morning. 
iSo let you go east, or lef you go west, 
Of my love you will have this one good test. 

Husband. 
Love lives by that whicT) the most love begets; 
He that peeks all for his own craving heart, 
Will find that far beyond his biigbtest wits, 
There lives a power not won by his art, 
Bnk which, if done be his appointed part, 
Will make joyous his scene of mortal life 

So dear, let us from your rule not depart; 
But if the world will have \\s clashing strife, 
Let there b9 none between husband and wife. 



lOi IHK FLOUGHBOY. 
Wite. 
But let us look from earth for aid above; 

Theu what favors heaven may to us grant, 
Take we for tokens of infinite love. 

Surely in the Infinite is no want-^ 

While ill our frail selves 'tis folly to vaunt, 
Let us keep the most giateful song alive, . 

And if for grace our souls ardeatly pant,^ 
Know wo that as Christ from death did revive, 
So Go^l will us of no benetit iie^rive* 
HusbAfld. ■ 
We will drink the cup that the angels bring, 

Nor murmur should we, if hitter it taste; 
But to hope's strong anchor rope firmly cling, 

Deeming God's mercy far too rich to waste; 

He rules not in wrath, he acts not in haste, 
He is all love, 'it hough hi8 (reatures do din, 

And giveth us freely, as he knows best, 
What will erring hearts to holiness win; 
Justic and mercy united have been. 

Wife; 
Yes indeed these traths give as swiaet maatia, 

As life's wilderness tofretber we tread. 
Of on her brigtly blooming savanna 

They will tell us of the vale of the dead^ 

And how peacefully there to lay tii& li^sd, 
Pillowed on Jesas* bosom, in *eposc, 

Till in his chariot we have outsped :. 
AH the ills that earthly- tiveiirs disclose. 
And bathe where life's ri'kt jdyoitslj^ flows. 




HiMiiiilSl^^iSm'i' 



THE PLOUGHBOY. 107 

A DIGRESSION 

loit friendships' sake. 

Died at Grantville, Sunday June 10. 
Gapt Samuel Groce, {ormerly of this city> 
Aged 70. 

Friends of childhood' tis well to love always, 
They go not long from our fond memory; 
There amidst changing scenes they live , 
As one, that late in death bade us farewell, 
His smile in converse &. bis shake of hand 
In winter by the blazing hearthstone firOj 
Amidst all the light or shade of the past, 
Are fres|j, yea death revives them all again. 
Now its stream rolls by us, we look aero33, 
To see or again trace those olden ways; 
But Qur friend is not on the earthly shore j 
For to brighter home bis spirit has soared, 
Nor pain nor sorrow can afflict him there. 
He asked for the Holy Spirit's power, 
And the promise was truly fulfilled; 
Tttking sin and its ills, the unction gave, 
To his renewed heart gave immortal life. 
Let us for that life aspire. Be it ours. 



lOS NOTES. 
Wtiere ^g3 the prairy hkd: 

As this liise translated hiioTrerjch 

Oa chaatfi de prairie V oiscau, 

the author j)refcrs to render de p?6irJe- 
by the English adjective prairy. Fnge 9 , 
Inadvertently the word around in 
some Hne9 is spelled arround. 






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OR 
STAlI-rANNKR SONG. 



^,W^ STAlI-i'ANNKK fcONG. f^\V 







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THE TELEGRAPH. 

OR 
STAR-BANNERSONG, 

A POEM, 

COMPOSED, ILLUSTRATED 
& PUBLISHED SOLELY 

BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. 

AUTHOR OP 

THE PLOUGHBOY. 

OLIVE GROVE, ETC 
SALEM. 

J856. 



4 TRANSLATION OF LATIN ON PAGE 7 

JFree songs all lands with joy shall fill, 

God teaching us true lore, 
t,ive nerves of verse shall break the sword; 

Good measures adopting, 
The Prince of Peace badt tb'deserl bear fruit, 
Then tb' lion will aid th' lamb. 
NOTES. 
There cheerful around festive board, 

The late Captain Joseph Perkins, 
then an efficient Pilot, was at the Island 
•with a pf,rty for pleasure, among whom 
"was his son^ now l;is successor in office. 
Page 28 
'J'he late Rev. 
Samuel ^Vorces'e^, D. D. was the first 
Oorre.^pondiiio Se( retary of the A, B, C, F, 
M. the late lie v. Lucius Bolwes ,D. D. 
soon filled ; he like office for the Baptist 
BenominatioM, and the late Hev Thomas 
Carlile. wajj at ihc epoch - of the poem Rec- • 
lor of St. Potci \s Cuurch, Salem. 

Since that dale the P. E Church in this 
rounlry has, ly Divine aid. ir;creafed her 
annuwl olferinfj for Missions to $97,000. an 
offerincT vhiih. increased by those of oth- 
er Comninninns, shows how ihe Chiistian 
faith hath influenced hearts since I lay on 
tbc StarspaiJi>]ed Banner. - : ^ 

To aid the instructive, 
the delijihtfn] associaJjoT)' x)f characters 
with eveiits, and the power that penius 
-bas to brin » them to mejnpry ^ianiraate 
wiih poetical feivor, i' is exhilarating to Fay 
I touch each euphonical key, J*age S2 
From hill-side i>nd from gJen. 
The long, beaniiful hill-sides in Andorer, 
Bnil Grotop.raatj §9 We may also say 

From Biountjun and irom glen, 
asJhe Allegany arid BJae Ri«Jge mognjfain?. 



THE TELEGRAPH. 5 

At a most In- 
leresting epoch my father, the late Captain 
William Cook, a good and much respect- 
ed navigator, was duly appointed to recon- 
noitre the Engligh fleet that appeared in 
Massachusetts Bay, and report by a Signal- 
telegraph along the Coast. The reader will 
leirn how I daily assisted him. and also tba 
dates. 

The scenes in this Poem interest tbc 
reader in no ordinary manner or degree. 

The emotions of many thousand hearts 
will be responsive to its instructions 

Every citizen has not the entbtl* 
siasism that the allusions excite- but.Mt«»- 
tive minds may learn lessons that are f«- 
licitous in the promotion of public inlereBt, 
in the development of those characteristiot. 
which always recommend Individuals, and 
thus shine illustriously, in each legislatiw 
or official capacity. 



6 THE TEliEGBAPH. 

As no good man can be indifferent to 
the public prosperity—tbat has been, under 
Go J, sustained by events, and wfll be 
modified bv luture changes or reverses-- 
stupid mm the haert be, which hides, 
itseif in letlie at this epoch. 

Let tl»at tiue poetry which isdul/ 
impassioned, iici> in intuition and pathos, 
let the oral i/oetiy that eheeied & justiuu- 
ted souiejy ere 'ihvtbin was systematized, 
let the sweet poetry ot tbtj heart How, ajl- 
animate in atiVction— let the little child's 
interrogations be suitably Ans.vered, and 
ehcdnraged — let my theme be one lor con- 
verse among youth through Uoweiy scenes 
of pleasure — their imagination lolding in 
gorgeousness truths that evej) wave, toss- 
ing ili white toam-crest on Marbleli«'ad 
rocks, thtfre impi ints in in shness and pa- 
thos of nature's elocpience. 
lond parents, brothers, ifis'ers and the 
affianced maids tan raaJ those mementoes 
that daily come irom orean's groves for 
the true patriot: Two wars with the great- 
est, most renowned navallorce. thus de- 
manded, and thus received thasf incah ula- 
We sacr'.tices. 



THE TELEGRAPH. 7 

'J'he heart that enjoys rich 
results of so glorious victory should not only 
be ihankful. but judicously emulous in the 
manifestation of every good emotion that 
such remembrance can awaken. Let each 
Yankee love freedom and those deprived 
of the blessii g astiuly humble c-bristi40s 
ever will love all goodness. 

Pronipted by su( h heavenl}' inspiration 
the author will say 
Carmina liLra ten as omres gaudiis implent, 

Verum Deo dccente nos, 
Vivaa vires veipfls enseni facile fiangent. 

Factis niodis demum bonis, 
Princeps pacis dixit desertuni edere fructum, 
-A^mufli dehiric tt-yet bo. 
Buoiuiparte said that the influence of lil- 
eraturtj trancends toiutary fame, For luary 
yeafiS the juiii'^rudence that he secured icr 
J^rance has made his prowess more cfliectual^ 

Thus then must (he living practise the ralet 
which, disregarded, will make Jhe memory of. 
our indifll'erence w«:peak reproachfully 

Oppression of every kind and 
degree nnfiy be diiven levond the circle of 
individual influence— & circle having the gold- 
en circumference of reciprocal love. 



8 THE TELEGRAPH, 

The position of tlie United Stattis 
among other natioui tUus illustrates the 
principles of Political and Moral Science. 

She wrote the thesis of oceanic freedom 
on the waved. AH principles that affect her 
polity will be unfolded as Infinite Wisdoca 
requires He that in Kev 6.2. is described 
as sitting upon the white horse, going to vic- 
tory, will give jfraee to effect the gospel de- 
signs , Considered in the light ot stich faith 
my bethel in the banack-cot, as I reposed 
upon the Starspangled Banner, wdi serve 
to enliven a sacred, patriotic poetry, poetry 
increasing in heart-pulsating power as time 
gives truth scope and interest. 

Reader, open the immortal, bright re- 
cess of the soul, and there afjmit my them? 
to interest, and to stimulate thee in thy duty, 
theme, to be cherished there, with a strong 
faith in God, a faith that calls into exercise 
powers for action or endurance as events de- 
mand. Thankful for past favors the Author 
will continue his Series of Cantos as far &» 
Divina Providence gives blessings for tbt 
work. 



THE TF^LEGRAIV'!. 9 

Move time'^ curtain. iXoin her window 
Look out aback along the short;, 
Behold m»iny bright themes on li-Vs sea, 
On lull wave in meinor y loUinj;. 
►Some readers.uiay have lived ?o lonjj, 
Some ihei! haU ueirher bliss nor.\vo«% 
But truth hath jiifttj an.d.oains lor all, 
The last as the tirst can lind good siore. 
Before thu jiiavH may eiu.iOf-e us, 
The angels of trnth will ^ii.ide me,' ■ 
To make luoii holy impressions, 
Apd set u re lor some iiotle ])Uip0f:e 
Hearts well tried and wisely re^olved~ 
And past events',-lor the lulure, .-■ 
Illume with a poef^y'shgl't . 
That shall cheer mViiy sad actors . 
in life's greatest ptrplexiy. 
All events teatli imn uselul ihlig?.^ 
Good folks. like such his!orit;-tiutu 
That so much it l)ecomts .yll men 
With interest fully to know. 
The Divine voice that invokes us 
Will awake gJ:i«titude*s sweet joy. 
My veiye shall le.nind the forgetful, 
As Christians chronicle their years, 
Of ei<;hteen liundied and fourteen. 
Deem it not a presumptive work, 
To consecrate by metre's feet 
Paths then often tiod by my own. 



10 THE TELEGllAPa. 

When summer began to retire, 

A great wagon was atmy door, 

And think witli how large a load, 

A pile of nouses surely 'twas, 

An^ human forms seated above, 

VVhos^ patriotic work was shown 

By flanj and the good flag-staff. 

When the driver, as our chietlain, 

Had tflken the reins of his state, 

Through the streets the team was driven, 

Thep over the turnpike oijwaid 

To "a hill for prospect chosen. 

V.p its'steep sides one house was borne, 

And upon a rock 'twas barrack col. 

The flagstaff in earth firtuly fixed, 

Soon all things in good order stood, 

Where the lolhng ocean ^ipeaied, 

And on her blue heaving wsom 

Did belligerent nnvies sail. 

From thelofty III i-t their Atip 

To the breeze gallttfitly unfuiied, 

I^ go'T stf ife for victory, 

Were enveloped in battle cloud. * 

When cttjiti ;were tl»e winds o'er the sea, -. i 

Each V/!.jtct around vied in beauty, ,..,4' 

As morn^j'Uffht'caiiie chasing darkness r 

From hni-toj/aii^flce'dar-^lad valt'.'i '£■ 

The rocfts were'Iike ailfarSTof joy. . •' -.T 

The aeii-til c^^ ver .the salt ^a Vi-s^, • ' .. -^: 



THE TELEGRAPH.; U 

The larks high over hill and dale a 

Were on their wings praising God. v.- 

Even then when the dogs of war 

Were oft growling along our coast) _ ^ _ . 

The horizon, base ofbeauiy, V.', ',\ 

Cheered the iieart that trusted in God. ' '.' 

Headland to break battling waves, 

Nehant beyond Swampseot through haze ' 

Hegan her rocky front to show, 

Each soin hie shade blent in sea garb. 

Cops-pines and cpdars hiding Lynn, 

On their bonghs eatighf the beams of dajf, 

Then wVre niarshea and te.iutifid isles. 

Towards Boston in goodly truth 

The scenes for poetry were rich, 

Themes to fire tht* most lofty verse. 

In good nlind)), thinking of the grouBd ^. - 

Where'on Bunker's Hill Monument 

Has since by patriots been -bnih, 

Soul stirring tho^liig canirregated. 

North watd hiH-t{>p8 in wildtiess rosCy 

Till Danvers Villages appeared,. 

That vied in rural enterprise. 

To Beverly al"o eastward, 

And on Rfanchester's grove clad ibore 

Th« landscape to ocean extended. 

Then MarbVhead so fond of the sea, 

Ere war made the bay aic^lie of |»||ife, 

Spread her nets, and tbrev ber hjina 

From her rocks e'en to Labratoi*' 



12 THE TELEGRAPH. 

Siileiu as prosperous mother, 
Among dciUghteT^bles^ng them all, 
In peace sent her ships abroad 
Swiftl/ a^ seabirdii sinui tbetf yonng. ..; 

Though in those days peace .di'J not. stay, 
As the war scourge drove her away, 

Blessings for all she bora > _., '< 
Uooa her brig'ir an 1 downy witi», . . 
Whbb she plentifully did bring, 

When she returned once mqra. ;, "' 

TUa shrfU iliite and soul stirring, df am - 
Told how the enemy. might pome, 

But hope loved fliii «hurch-3pire, 
The Bib'e by all cjal<4 b^ re ul, 
And ere chihlrea lav on tlieii*>bel 

They ttinei the hoaiidtead-lyre.' ' 
• . ' • .p' 

The cowards,' rf any there were,, 
M'ght yielJ to g^domy despair, " ' 'I'l 

Braggarts might vainly boast;' ' " 
Bat experiene^' kept her sjhool, / J.' 
Wbere for yo ing and old was this rule '.- 

Let wisdom guard the coast; 

Over the turnpike day by day, 
My seventh year. not pa?it away, 

lii sunshine or shower; 
When with books my task was done. 
Tnither my course was soo,n begun, 

Eleven was the hour. 

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Tlii: Tl LKGRAPH. 15 

To roe tliviii, I I'f member well, 
Tlif Airic folks in ihe (3ell, 

Like all th(3 worM were new — 
Let iheif be fritnd or if come foe, 
As children regard kindness you kn0W<«r 

So 1 was apt to do. 

But \vhen bappily I did find 

That they to me were good and Jjind, 

By most melodious song — , 
Over a road, of all roads the best 
As travellers have oft confest — 

They cheered am along. 

To that glen future things to learn, 
Nor wait good from »!! to discern. 

The young- by night would go, 
And some fancied true love have seOOf 
Ere they ha 1 lived to be sixteen, 

As if time went too slow* 

Dear, gentle lass or gentle maid, 
Let thy fortune be turely made 

In Him who fortune ^ives; 
Tc cheer thy heart, to suit thy stale . 
He truly will provide thy mate. 

Or hope th«t patience jg^s» 



16 THE TELEGRAPH. 

As then no tron horsC had run, 
The stage wa? a capacious one, 

And swiftly went the steed§, 
Whi'e passengers, in their eelat, 
Talked about topics, this and that, 

Defending ott their creeds. 

Near some traveVier's homestead bourn 
The dt iver did blow tli'? mail-horn, 

Joy or sorrow t(» teU: 
Friends had fallen in battle's strife, 
Of returned to children ar.d wife. 

By exchanjze of caj-tei. 

Tho cartell is a {joodly favor 

That foes from their foes can sue for, 

Man for man the bargain; 
This ^jlobmy prison-door now op's, 
Anon that one is cheered with hopes, 

A man goes tree again. 

But yet alihough as sniiile and frown, 
Fickle, fi<-kle is much renown 

'I'hit soldiers cr^in from war. 
If kinji.s- and st.nstes say tho word. 
Many ihotisands unsh^ath the sword 

A:oand thThlooh' car. 



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TPT. TELKGHAIII 19 

So let song warble sfja^ns fiidre and more; 
As memory ops lier rich store 
'''o give us themes so bright, 
The toll-gate, travellers and all 
That oil ihe road might one befftll 
For sorrow or dc lights 

The farm-house that is n^ar the knoll. 
While traveHlers see not the whole, 

Appears as one s^ory high; 
But whers upon the knoll they ate 
Two stories are seen frona there, 
And all the reasons why. 

Lo, from yonder hill with his glass, 
As along the road 1 did pass, 

My father me coullfpy, 
Then ready with paternal carp 
Was my bread and milk, richest fare, 

As I to him drew nigl). 

Father! how endearing to me that nacoe^ 
He was all that's meant by the same; 

His was a father's heart, 
With cheertui mind ready to amuse, 
His joy he knew how to diffuse, 

And thus sustain his fart. 



20 THE TELEGRAPH. 

Tor me a starry bed was made, 
Upon nay countries flag I laid, 

And there reposed awhile 
in childo3d's refreshing slambers, 
That now make poetic numbers 

Flow in a lively style. 

That there for me. was a Bethel 
AngeU ia truth might toll,. 

And since those childhood's bourf 
Her ladder faith has ascended, 
To show with all goodness blended 

Heaven's garldn^l flowers. 

In my joy of inspiration ' 
God as Father, blest'revfjiation, 

Mikes ad places heaven, 
Aud every prjof of his love' 
Elates the song f ii% far above 

All that art has given. 

As on that fl.ig I weary lay. 
For this my patriotic lay. 

Taught was my youthful heart 
Truth that shall enliven my sonw 
Till thousand? will the straing prolong, 

l*hrough each mist tUrill?.ng part 



THE TCLEGliA)'[I 23 

Lo, host of angel guards wtre there 
To consaniate the gospel, tluir cai*e, 

Mid^ war for nation's right 
Was a providence fraug'it with love, 
That frona this land the peaceful Dove 

May gain sacred might. 

Since time has wrought wonders so greit^ 
'Tis pleasant incidents to relate, 

I'hat youth with hope inspired, 
May long their duty to^perlorm 
For Hira who ,in the drear storm, 
Has all that is desiied. 

Sailing from some, Canada shore, 
A British ^hip good cargo bore 

Till nejjr her countries poast, 
A Yankee, cruisinj; on her course, 
Capturing her by ready force, 

Her stake in war wa? iosf. 

For Salem Hie gallant vietora cleared, 
And when Cape Aim to thera appeared, 

When near vfet-e friends at home, 
He who ^tb^reth th^ winds in his fist 
By a force that ndnecan resist, 

Shrouded their hopes in glooaif 



24 THE TELEGRAPH. 

Let us muse of yore night awhile. 
Lashed by ocean was Bakery's Ifllfej ' * 

Cold were the winter winds, 
Loadly did breaking billows roar, 
As the blast struck the lighthouse-door. 

Awful to bravest toinds. 

Swam, swam the boM, the Yankee tars, 
Or with the English clung to spares, 

Vicibr and vanquished there 
In the cold, the billowy strife 
Together were struggling for life, 

Praying against despair. 

Merciful heaven heard each prayer, 
And all ashore amidst the soray, 

To the light-house they went, 
Twenty souls from death found release 
And to give their hearts sweet solace 

Found friends kindly intent* 

Icy-stitI th' English Captain's boy 
In Sailor':^ arm's was ssaved wiih joy^ 

Though numb was his frame, 
So pale and cold his youthful face, 
Yet soon as beamed animation's grac<. 

He ?pokQ his mother's name. 



THE TELEGRAPH. 27 

Thus a oaptive from off a wreck, 
He did of Salem's goods partake, 

Well fed and warmly clad; 
Yet of wants remained one other. 
He could not see his fond mother. 

'Twas all that made him sad. 

Anon a British man of war 
Was seen on the ocean afar, 

Standing in for the shore; 
Manned by tars that ,Nel8on like, 
Would their foes with terror strilce, 

She near and nearer bQre. , 

From town to town the news did spread, 
Mustering battalions were led, 

Ready should need be so, 
To march along the invaded coast, 
And in a drilled, determined host, 

To resist the proud foe. 

The frigate soon was near to land, 
Boats lowered, and things ready made» 

When the word was given, 
To pull the oars in naval style 
Towards defenceless Baker's Isle, 

Then peaceful as heaven. 



n thp: tele a li a ph. 

There cheerful aronnd fesfive board 
Without either a gun or sword, 

Were ladies ot the lam!^ 
Who not for terror it is said, 
But (o save their boats quickly fled 

From the armed band. 

A Lieutenant with *word and plume 
Majesty of rank would assume 

Blent with a pleasant air. 
Encouraging the young and old 
To speak with hira, although so bold, 

Nor ^ar to hare him tL'ire. 

Intent our troops to reconnoitre. 
As their ranks advanced in order 

Upon Beverly bridi^e, 
March, he dnulared, shairEn^lnnd's band, 
Victors, through your beautiful laud, 

Nor ask for priviieofe. 
x> . 
When blew the winds from off the shore. 
They steared the ship seaward once more, 

Then moorJl her at Castine, 
Where boats made safe as did appear, 
They danced with the girls wfthoutfear, 

But to their co^ I \^en. 




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THE TELEGRAPH, 31 

Some Yankee their boats did destroy, 
Then reported the deed with joy 

When in reverse of fame, 
A gallant, but a conquered band 
Were marched through our beautiful land, 

Where for conquest they came. 

Prolong reminiscence, dear muse, 
To show thos.e.thac you may amuse, 

Providence, like a star, 
Shining on us through that war cloud, 
That wound around hope like a shioud 

Its shadows from afar. 

'Twas night, on the land it did rain, 
It rained on the deep rolling aialn^ . 

As if foes were about, 
To arms they ciied, while, bells did ring, 
Noise enough to make a Homer sing, 

For nothing tut a boat. 

The moon shone brightly o'er the sea, 
Men on land might quite clearly see; 

Vet troops armed in martial vogue, 
The bells did ring, the d ruins were beat, 
And, many folks lyere in the street, . 

For nothing but a log. 



22 THE TELEGRAPH. 

But now to the hill top again, 

Ere is closeu this wailike strain-^ . 

And in pleasing mood, 
Mu9d awhile; for *iis on that ground 
Something instructive may t>e fbtind 

After this episo<le. 

To cheer the hours of livelong day, 
And a firepl«ce oo«fver)ient ma^e, 
Stonu on stone did my father lay 

LJpou granite good lor a hearth's 8d^C| 
Where tire did burn, the food to bSil. 
And all well done repaid his toiU 

Limpid and pure as earth tsan give, 

Prom the hill side where streatulets flow, 
Water made (sreatures happy live. 

And flo\ireraoa the margins grow. 
From age to age the strqams have tloiieci 
Ere Saxons had here their abode. 

Down the craggy s'ope 1 y bramble bufl^ 

To replenish the li<}uid store, 
While sahi; the ro*>in snd the thrush, 

Oft tWther we our vessel bore. 
If thirst became painful to bear, 
It was pleasant to quench it there. 



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THE TELEGRAPH. 35 

Nor Weafc we abne^ berry-boys 

Brsmgtng Jusciotts ft-uit to tbat spring, 

Made the loud echoes of ebeir joys 
Among the greea wood cheerly riflg; 

Not the rich are the most merry, 

A child is blithe with a berry. 

But many berry boys have gone 
On the blue ocean far away, 

They allotted wealth h*ve won, 
Or ait rest on fair coral lay. 

Surely as any berry-field, 

Wisdom for men her fruit will yield. 

Of those that gathered pasture-fruit 
Many have obtained classic lor^, 

Well endowed for mental pereuit, 
Than fame loving the gospel more. 

The^ so quick for a playful joke 

Forfiouls speak as Apbllos spoke. 

Bopea, in death much lamented now, 
.10 cheer an orphan»s efforts m. 

When from Harvard with classic brow. 
The honors that yon by study won. 

Thy late Grandfather incitement made, 

They awoke motives that I obeyed. 



3« THE TELEGRAFII. 

Eussel, whose mien and mind had grace, 
Friend so dear while living on earth, 

Smiles always playing on thy face, 
Now thou art dead, thy virtue's worth 

And thy delightful, instructive converse 

Afford sweeteat charms for ray versa. 

Thus will I twine affection's wreath 
Around memories of loved friends, 

And in hearts to quel! swelling grief, 
Note after note to cheer them send. • 

My poesy charms heaven to earth, 

Like the Spirit in Qhristian birth. 

As Gilmore and Kendall's bunle^notes, . 
Born with the balmy zephyr breeze,' ., 
On which their music sweetly floats, 

Awake those joya that always please, 
So I will, on good emotion. 
Give life to a true devotioii. . i 

I touch each 6uphonic«l key, 

That from the lonj;, lonu tltsep of death 
Old friends may wake in memory-r-; 

By the power which pe^iiis hath, 
Worcester and Bowles preach again, 
And-Carlile lives to grace the strain- 
As Heber doth live in his lay 
Pleading foi Zions brightest day. 




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XHli TELEGRAPH. 89 

; Now 

Verse could show 
By scenes many. 
Nor indiHerent ' any. 
How 'twas in war aojainst England, 
With true honor resolved to stand, 
Yankees fot their ships made ocean free, 
. Their Flag to wave from sea (o sea. 

* jiTiet fortune did frown, and then smile, 
,'^^As our hearts she tried for awhile. 
,''" The Chesapeak's decent, 

'^'^';rhe Capitol in wreatiis of fltrwe; J;/^ 
^^Vpod requited. by Jackson's fanie,'' ' ' ■ 
la victory complete. 

: Soon the ^ar do^s barked no more; 
fv.j^ut peace came again to our shore, 
..i- And merry, merry men . j^,..,*^ 

ft !.3?nftedom'8 thriilina triumphant song '^ 

Made ring from state to state Hlong, 
From hill-side p^d from glen, , 

iioth Nation very prosperous - :?: .1 n^ 
Sliould certainly be pssneroii*-^ r^ ^cnlqj 

Emulous in goodness, 
Where ever their banners they^0ve,^,,^'j 
May no man cower as a slave, :| 

.fts And God them ever bles*. ,.(ff 



40 APPENDIX. 

All favors be to Edifeon that say '^saccesf 
to tbe Plougbboy. So wying, tbey like a 

bee fond of mellillueDce select a rose tbat 
^itb tbe rhetoric of common sense a stanza 
grammatically embellisbe*, a&d luxuriating 
there awhile, exhaling in ^rse some of the 
acquired sweetness, acknowledge the truth, 
the beauteous, tbe classical structure of my 
Bong Supposing a transposition in a verse, of a 
plural nominative to a singular virb, what En* 
plish ! they effuse this rhyme, "common sense 
discloses that they, roses, have no noses." 

Wonderful application of common sense, 
making scmbre tbe botanic p«tb of science. 
Tbe nose aids respiration and scent. 
Without them the prominent part would 
be oflittle use. Is it self evident that roses do 
not inbile tbe breeze, when tbey manifeet 
by floral beauty the vlvitying influence? 
Common sense savs tbat thisausceptibiUty is 
a power as eflicaciots a« that of lespiration. 
The name in such study may be given 
roost significant of the conclusion in a sjr 1- 
logism, tbe major premise of which contains 
tbe minor. 
As it cannot be proved that tbe floral king- 
dom /the major premise, ha» not respiration, 
so neither can it be proved tbat tbe rose, the 
minor premise hif^ nbt tbat power. Hence 

CoBimoR aeose says tbat all roses . ^ 

Have many little pores, - •'* 

Tbat, call them mouths, or call tbem ooMtt 
Sustain life's fragrant stores. 

Every flower must respire, 

Or soon its beauties fade, 
Till languishing it will ejipire, 

And m the dntt be laid. 



IHB STA.R-BANNER SONG. 41 

Triuiaphantly the Star-Banner wave, 
la thia day of traitorous knave — 

The heart should life-nerve the ariBi 
While sister, brother, mother and sire 
Feel the pure patriotic fire 

Amidst the national •war-storm. 
Wave it in prayer, hope and Godiy vow, 
O'er Church, ship, work-3hop. and plough, 

From Cape Cod's ocean-spray 
Unto Astoria's western rock — 
From where Houston comb&ts fiend's shoek 

To Maine's far boundary. 
"Wave it each true national peer, 
Preaident, Senator and Seer, 

Land-Soldier and Marine — 
Wave its soul-bunting In Heaven, 
Sabaoth keep it ne'er riven, 

From all slavery clean. 
Wave it in memory of troop?, 
That volunteered Jrom home-groups, 

Victoria's men are aiding, 
Wave it in memory of hearts. 
That to deadly strife did their parts, 

Wave for them star-bunting. 
As Bethlehem's Great Star on high 
And God's Providence-key in the sky 

Show and unlock the abyss 
Hurl intrigue and fijll ambition, 
That would divide this God's nation 

Born for Liberty's bliss. 
From Califoraias minas of Gold ore, 
Along the Pa-^tfi^i mountain shora, 

On the waters of each lake, 
On all the Eastern Sea-coast-liae, 
The Union Stars shall shine, 

And joyous cantos wake. 
WILLIAM COOK- Salem, May 16,1881. 



Note fo: pi^« 1-* 
Fluo, the latin, meanIn«T I (low, 
Isrootnmkino flute throMgh 1 rencb to grow. 
With keys the round- nates flow sottly — 
Wlhout'keys they do flow shrilly-- 
Hence what without keys is ealled titO 
-1 call shrill flate rousing war-strife. 




A JUBILANT CAI^iZOIsKl' 
FOR 
THE SALEM L^GHT INi'AlsTllY. 
By THE AUTHOR 
OF THE FLOUGHBOY. 

Bngbtly ^,3 sans their helmets shoao, 
Kicber crest there never was koowii, 
When fifty years ago this Jay 
First they marched in oiarlial arr^y^ 
As Ulysaes among his band 
Among their regiments they siaad; 
i rom right to left, from leit to right 
i?one other corps gives more delight. 
When our rooicbound coast lay in gloonii 
And navies guns did loudly boom, 
At their post they were soldiers true, 
Valiantly our foes to subdue. 

But peace brought again her dive l^afi 
The 'sword has rested iu ili- sheath, 
And all now enjoy their parade, 
Nor fear the foes may us inv.Hde. 

Tiiii Veteran hears the martial straiu, 
And foeis himsel a youth again; 
While memoiy recalls the day 
Wheu he was young and bravely gay. 

Some old Aacliises on shoulders b(jrnc« 
Ere he roaches his final bourn, 
3'lnrapnrred by the jubilee, 
Ops his eyes once moit joyously. 

When fades the day in T^estern sky, 
Kockets then rush to bl^ize on high. 
Music on vesper-breeze shall Jloat. 
And all hurrah, hurrah, shall shoat» 

Groat God. to whom all praise wo give, 
Uy whose grace we so happy live, 
J .ODg may valorous virtues thrive, 
Aa/Our Union all its foea survivOi 




THE MARTIAL WREATH 
TWINED RESPECTFULLY FOR 
THE SALEM INDEPENDENT CADETS. 
BY RE V.WILLI AM COOK, AUTHOR 
OP THE PLOUGHBOY- 

Cad^ts, true through years seventy, 
Crood volunteers, firm chevaliers, 

Soldiers that await your duty, 
As thy well drilled corps appears, 

Equiped for soldier-like arravi 

Huzza, huzza for thee we say 

The oldest corps among the old. 
For service thy countiy may need, 

Thou dauntless would ber ramparts hold| 
Ready for our homesteads to bleed, 

Nev^r in fiercest strife to quail, 

Though foes, rank on ranlvSjassail. 

Like men at dreary Valley forge, 
Prudent in weal, patient in woe, 

The wrong to stem, the right to urge. 
May we thee waeathed in virtues know; 

While with the faithful lady-love 

Heaven smiles on tlieo from above. 

BAindful of his heroic words 

The good Chieftain of Lundy's Lane, 
For bliss or woe, that earth affords 

Try each glorious cause to gain. 
Though frowning be the walls you S(?al« 
May not your righteous valpr fail. 

If at duties holy behest 

You in battle's strife ever faf), 

Then rest you amon? the blest, 
And angels wreath your coronalj 

WMIe wen prosperityraay know 

Ti^at God through your death will bested. 

But not only midst battle'^ din 
Do WQ need the valiant Cadet; 

Qo has a noble prize to win, 

Christian gems on his brow to set 

When Washington had sheatlied his (WOrd, 

He heavenly aids did afford. 



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1 THE INITIATORY 6TANZA. 

God laiseth maii to sucl power 

As befits creation: 
The sinall, tie peat, tie fcoJ, lie viie 

Will have thai suitable statioci 
"Where thrcu^l r-^try hour, 
In life higher or life lower, 
In health or sickness less or mere, 
Are events to tefich every htart 
A Faith that naupht ehe can iapart. 

See page 2,8 
How envy with co-working peers 

Goaded Freir.ont right bard, 
Right hard naefir.iig very haid, acdalfiO ia 
a mM ner to incieate enf rgtticTaitb. 

Gal ..; '•- 




FREMOFl. 



FREMONT. 

A rOEM, 

€fOMPOSED, ILLUSTRATED 
& PUBLISHED SOLFLY 

BT REV. WILLIAM COOK. A. U, 

ATTIIOR or 

THE TELKGRAril. 

OR 

STAR'BA^iKEK SOXG, 

THE PLOUGHBOY. 

OLITfi GROVE, FTC. 
FALEM. 
OCTCBES, 



5 CANTO LATINUS. 

Nequis currit facile in sua vi, 

Libere proinde, 
Vires dantur oommo lum eo rogan'ur; 

Ad bona car si , 
Canto 3iivat qaeniqub gratis canere laudes, 

Itaquo evax ! 
Laete pro Freoionie et Jessie suscito carmen. 



THE CANTO TRANSLATED. 

No on?, in stilf with ease' ludkcs speeJ,| 

Freely Iherefore 
Aids are fitly nrrauted where sought; 

If pious be th' heart. 
Song helps each one gladly to sing praiseSj 

So said 'tis huzza I 
Lively for Fremoiil and Jepsle I make th* strain* 

if hey that wait on the Lord' shall ran and 
nDt be wearyJ Isa 40: 31 

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PREFATORl^ NOTES 6 



The robin seems {o warble tbe listener's 
riamfe;tHn(l wben tbe ainuspLere is clear, 
undisturb< d, fhe ecbo ol the notes may be 
«aid to < cme to cur c^r surely as a ball 
bounds irom an object: bence 1 say 
That Fremont in notes did resound; 
Then Jes^:ie in ecbo did bound, 
Fajze 17 
If Fremont s name resounded consec- 
utively as the notes of a bird, so the name 
of Jessie, his help meet, resounded consec- 
utively aa tie echo. 
For lo, siiri ly it was the same, 
Marriage gave them only one name. 
The bird that sanfj was truth's songster. 

The echo of the song of Freedom or of 
the cry of t!ie Oppressed will be heard. 
Let the oppressor take heed; lor the echo 
of the former will be with congratulation, 
but that of the latter with such aid as In- 
finite Love and Wisdom shall afford. 



7 PREFATOEY :N0TES. 

Op*d, eacli Bide flanked by granite mass, 
Page 20 
Each aide str« ngthf i ed, as in the flaak- 
ing by towers &c r- Cotbic arcbiteCture. 
A flow of streams flowery bright, 
Page 21 
The banks by Flora adorned. 
Faith cannot bound the delight. 
Page 21 
Cannot find the limltes. 
From lands ibaf western water laves, 
Page 24 

Perhaps in the Isles of the Pacific 
OcetQ such auld lang syne ml] be sung. 



FREMOMT. ^ s 

"When Kenras had in ht^r sprin^-tlow 

<^'air floweis asul fa r birds, 
When smilini! M^y, lit^lle oi oid lime, 

"^o b^-aut ous toi' classic wor<is, ► 

Showed live cliar'nis. (Oiaims rigbt wood io '! 
Thf breezH voir; callt'd Fremont, soho ! 
For thee I '11 kindly, kindly blow. 
And river-waves all said O yes. 
We will make for him sweetest bliss. 



Then on went hardy woolmen-baiiU, 

Kit Kai'son. mountain man. 
These C'-eoles were, Canadians those, 

To climb the rock, to cros* the fen, 
To learn the wilderness wen^ they 
Frona Cho'eau's Landing the wa> 
Where ever beloved Fremont would (^ly. 
No toil, no pain, no want too gr- at 
For those that on such leader wnii 



9 FREMONT. 

Kenzas' soil with Kenzas' waters {rca. 

Nolle e'en dreamed of a slave; 
Bttt for fre- states free roads to make, 

That free skill shall with glory pave, 
Around their carap fires merrily 
Each noble heari did then agree 
The Rockv Mountains soon to sec. 
We '11 have such joy in our ?ontT, 
To make out mor'ves ofood and strong. 



Henry Brant's nineteenth yesr had rJUf ' 
RantJolph Benton 'iwns plain 

Had learned his twelve years' frost fc besT, 
Bj each nor fickle nor vain, 

In hardihood, life's was begun, 

To make that life a useful one, 

To end, Ihey hoped, like th' setting sun. 

A choice for ease they would not know, 

If good for country they could show. ' 



FREMONT. 10 

To bring to ua richest delight 

In landscape-scenery, 
Preuss was ready with sketching art. 

That, amidst fashion's finery, 
On time's art-fraught-altar he might 
Give viewe for amateurs' glad sight, 
Lo, Tlamath Lake, lo, mountain hight, 
Lo, thetaouroe of Sacramento, 
Lo, the Scene at Redding's Ranclio. 



Day dawned on thft Pathfinders' camp, 

Morn amongst the mountains, 
On earth's bosom, their ready bed, 

Woke the sleepers by the fountains, 
While earth's carpet with dew was damp, 
While faded each star-twmkling-lamp, 
Was heard midst mules and men a tramp, 
When to break their oft painful fast 
They partook a scanty repast. 



II FREMONT 

U'er land iinttod by people's croud, 

In wiM sol'MTinitv, 
Btineat) he^wti's bla^* ether dome, 

Freoiont's Jehovah, Deity, 
Spoke in inspirttion not loud. 
Bat in ways to humble th^ proud* 
Yrtt to say for resolves well vowed, 
Creation is mine, mine for reward 
That streno;th to j^oodness shall afforj. 



The eagle on mightv pinions flew 
Towa^is the mid-lav sun, 

Then in his eyre bid abft 

Wa^ he unseen by mortal one; 

But God his wing< to track well knew, 

And thai Go 1, to the Pathfindors true. 

Tempered every blast that blew, 

Directinu to wise de:ititj 

iiventa for Christianity 



FREMONT. 12 

In those wllda went the Delaware, 

Pilgrim from old home-land. 
Onward unto the farthest West, 

As if no where on earth to. stand, 
Nowh ;re '^arth's possessions to share, 
He cast out of human welfare. 
Could for his own bliss have no care, 
Yet he, ai*], for white men would go, 
Thus the Red man's l.>ve to show. 



The nations' track is shrouded theme, 

Solemn in mystery ! 
Th3 desert rocks once used by tribes— 

To Saxon posterity, 
As two Chiefs came, seemed more solemn, 
And nature sang dirge-Hke anthem 
Over each dea I, olden, bold Sachem. 
Think, shall ^e be better than they 
In the great, trying, judgment-day? 



13 FREMONT. 

With Indians others would not fatl 

Fremont's word to obey, 
If none from the polite, French race, 

Or from where Virgil sang hie lay, 
OneJ from some German mount or val«, 
Joyed his camp, where men true and hale 
Were promptly glad him* to avail, 
For in his character have been 
traits that are pleasant to good men., 



When a river was too deep to ford, 

Lo, a good rubber boat 
Was launched upon the water to sail. 

Bearing the camp-stores for the route, 
Boaimen like th' crew sprang aboard, 
;goatoen like, at the given word, 
They efficient aid did aiTordj 
Swiftly across stream to go ou, 
And easily as swims the ewan. 



JMr. Chaile» Preuss. 
*Fremont. 



FREMONT. 14 

Anon Cheyenne Indians four, 

Near vesper's quiet time, 
Approached to view that peaceful camp, 

O fie, fie, saith the burning rhyme, 
Thieves that sjoured the -wilderness o*er, 
To find a hor?e or mule or more; 
Twas pluuder, plunder, peace or war — 
But no horse of the bold I'awnee 
They, tlie Cheyenne Chieftains, could 8ee# 



Courageous Fremont to savage craft 

In purpose would not quail, 
When the chiefs, Otter Hat, Black Night, 

Arrow Breaker and Bull's Tail 
Found that to stop him their subtle shaft 
Was like pappons-words, far too soft, 
Though they played tricks slyly and oft, 
Onward, onward his band would go 
Against all force that they could sbow4 

Xl^t Fori (:. ramie. 



15 FKEMONT. 

True courage at duties loud call, 
Has worth if lite is rough—^ 
Fearless let good meu ever be; 

For duty weii done is enough, 
Surer than a swiit uannoa-ball, 
And he ,that in faith doeth all, 
Shall rise to conquer though he fall; 
But true valor never to want, 
To be humble must you be wont. 



But friendship in youthful glow 
. He, Cheyenne boy, ( ould have,' 
Boy that with Handolph leatned to play, 

Both were sportive, as both were bravc- 
And in humorous. < he.'?v •,' ow, 
Able mufli hap[)iness to know, 
As my sontr in these lines doth show; 
M'ses love vpry choice flowers 
To twine for such pleasant bowers. 



FREMONT. 16 

Lo, yonder through the distant groves 

Th* raging bufiidoes came — 
Rolling dust and bellowing sound 

Told that they were noi fondly fame, 
That they were not gentle as doves, 
As dashed the hunters through the droves 
After game that hungry man loves, 
And by the tierce, daring combat, 
Gained were sirloins juicy and fat. 



The weary tourists by camphor 

Were pleasantly regaled, 
The invalid's sweet aromatic, 

By feeble lungs, could be Inhaled. 
Lo, the breeze wafted the odor 
To river's brink, to bon-arboi; 
My friends, with what thrilling ardor 
Do we think of that perfumed land, 
Curse it not by sorry slaves' band. 



17 FREMOx^IT. 

On, on to Uie Forks of the Platte, 

T!ien to the mountain rock, 
Midst joys or through suirerinjrs gr^at 

See wild flowers blv>om, wild birds licek, 
On, on to Ot arson's (h'cat Gate.* 
For no frlfl'^s woiild Fremont wait, 
A wise man's zoal doth not a])ftte, 
To whom (ind gves hope is /riven strength. 
For fiiu", (or iabor and tor place. + 



Still were all iliinnrs tlie Citmp around, 

In eveninii^air clear, 
On the outwar'^V point of hi^h rock 

A bird was near the nestlings dear, 
Think, my friends, if such sceneba found, 
That Fremont in notes did resound, 
Then Jessie in echo did bound, 
Fremont though bold had a kind heart. 
And that bird could move it like art. 

' The South Pass. 

^ As thy days, so thy strength shall be. 
Deut. 38; 2^ 



FREMONT. iSi 

Now hueh, while the bir^l slugs a^ain 

Fremont and Jessie, 
Hark, as its voice again warbles, 

From the rocks echoes tijem blQS8.\T€. 
As the bird, full ot'its wild strain, 
Sings until its eyes see naught pUiin; 
Suppose such bird to sing be fain, 
To one's mind beloved friends lo bring, 
That bird might do a useful thing. 



Fremont in such home-thinking mood, 
Let then Kit Karson come. 

When they both tali< of distant friends, 
And of the hour, hour so gladsome, 

When they could have pleasure so good, 

For which man has an aptitude, 

Home has the best cheer, the best food; 

For there with a natural grace 

Wer may enjoy th' good that takes pla0#« 



19 FREMONT. 

But the bird that so timely sang, 
Though of no earthly bower, 
Yet, clad in immortal plumage, 

Comes to man at every hour, 
In the battle's loud roar and clang, 
In moans of th' manacled slave-gang, 
In joyous smile, in sorrow's pang— 
In this my heart-moving verse, 
Of error, of truth 'twill rehearse. 



On topmoat tower sanpf my bird 
Human speech to confound, 

When men would build Hable-Tower? 
When Isaac was on altar bound 

It sanp the needful, saving word; 

It bad that Peter sheath the sword; 

Spoke from lips of our dying Lord; 

In power of eyes, and of blush, 

In all ways speaking e'en by hu»h. 



FREMONT. 20 

When far off' in lone, Western wild 

Rocky Mountain South Pass 
To eyes of the Pathfinder op*d, 

, Op'(l,each side flanked hy granite mass, 
The faces before sad then smiltd, 
Climbinn; rocks that on rocks lay pilled, 
Man, midst nature sublime'y wild, f 

Could hoar in grandest notes her song 

As 'twas heard of old the stars among. 



Through that South Pass, lo, what mi!iIong, 

Years roiling on their cour&e, 
Will eastward or westward go, 

Interest contending with force. 
In the strife, will rouse mighty ones, 
When mouldering will lay oar bones, 
And rulers from their pomp and thrones 
Shall have gone to God, whence they came 
For righteous meed or burning shame. 



21 FREMONT. 

Fremont on highest rocky peak 
Unfnrletl his couatries ilag, 
In patriotic faith and joy, 

That the sublime hijrht of the crag 
Through ages on .ige>, may speak, 
In th' calm and through storms terrific, 
The deeds of a mighty Republic. 
Motives, time and place make some deeds 
Theme-power to most «acred creeds. 



StfivQ to be what life will oemand, 

Let our5 be i's true joy^, 
Us pc.rest, its ennobling blis;^, 

And not mere childish toys; 
Lo, a Panorama hnw grand! 
■Columbia through northern land, 
Colorado through golden sand, 
A flow of streams flowery-bright, 
Faith cannot bound the delight, 




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The Poet now this picture gives 

Moved by inspiration, 
He leads to dawns of trnfbs onrevealed*, 

Bat Poets, by retrospection, 
Will sing of our homes, ot onr lives, 
from lands {)\&t western water laves, 
To hallow paths to our graves, 
And children will talk of Fremont, 
For hitn be named at Christian Font. 



Stand will a maid at cottage -door,. 

Maid of Astoria^ 
Nineteen hundred unii iitiy six 

Let be the year, in bright May, 
"When she will look the water o'er 
fi^or a ship, among many more, 
Standing in for the bright home-shi?re, 
Fremont call that ship's name, in song, 
From Canton, Amoy and Hong Kong, 



25 FREMONT. 

Then on that Columbia's shore 
How the swet^t, tragiant tea, 

With Fremont's fame borne o'er oceao, 
Will wake thy social family-glee, 

A3 old and yoang will talk of yore, 

To relate the traveller's lore, 

AnU each one will wish to hear mor©; 

For thus memory by a name, 

Oft kindles the most holy flame. 



Joy will bo at San Franci.«co 

Upon commencement-day, 
An able, ardent orator, 

True patriotism to display, 
For theme will choose our great Hero, 
Whos'a virtues eloquently to show, 
Brilliant classic linea wi'l flow 
In word:4 full of heart-living-fire, 
Youth to emulate, and inspire. 



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FREMONT. 28 

How envy with co-working peers 
Goaded Fremont rigbt hard 

Such rapt Poet will illustrate, 

When moving each sympathetic chord, 

He will ope the fountain of tears — 

Anon raise his hearers to cheers, 

As triumphant virtue appears. 

Laurels obscured at Washington, 

In new lusture will shine each one. 



So thought's electric influenct 

Huns on the chords of time, 
This day's bliss among future years 

May attune notes in hearty chime; 
• Homer's poetic eloquence 
Awakes men from indifference. 
And almost gives us his presence; 
If aids to Science they bestow 
My thoughts may bless San Francisco. 



29 FREMONT. 

I he mountain-altitude to know, 

The valleys to survey, 
And through desert wilds find good roadSj 

To class the plants seen on his way, 
To leatn where rivers rise and flow, 
To note heat and cold, rain and snow. 
All earth's forms, all her wealth to show, 
Such were the objects that he pursued, 
ITor such wofk he is we!' indued. . 



Though mere fear could not him detain, 

In doing his duty, 
Yet from infancy Godly awe 

Gave him sense of sacred beauty; 
God in his motives to retain, 
Aiding him all sin to restrain, 
Is said to be bis conduct's main. 
As one of our Irall mortal race 
My Muse seeks for him gospel graco* 



FREMONT. 30 

In peace, let thy many llnoiigs hcai 

Glad notes rinfi^ O Kenzas ! 
Under the fruitful homestead-tree 
Let be free lad with free lass. 
Who hand in hand soon appear 
In Church, where the gospel Seer 
Pleads for souls, souls iill alike dear, 
Bless, bless, O Lord, every land 
He prays, as doth his grace seeking band 



One holy resolve in Froinont's heart, 

Ne'er to enslave Mankind, 
Ne'er to shackel human rfghts, 

Bespeaks a great, generous mind, 
'Twill to thousands blessings impart, 
As with unfailing, truthful art, 
'Twill wing a swift, piercing dart 
To kill oppression, kill th' monster 
ThRi hates th' free press and free labor. 



31 FREMONT. 

His India Rubber Ufe-boat 

Launch A on Salt Lake's waters, 
He <lare(l le tMxlary perils; 

Wliile sjjiites caused no disasters, 
White like tln^ new snow, as he wrote, 
Crystalline all o'er she did float, 
Luminous gems were qtiick'y wrought. 
Of vo.\ a^es on that briny sea 
Shall be twined sonjis for minstrelsy. ] 



So let the barque of our life sail on 

O'er freedom's crested wave, 
O'er wave tossing olojjous spray- 
Whereon we our oood angels have*, 
And f»^om tinae j^oing and days gone 
Let come back no sorrowfcd tone; 
Bat the sons of our life be one 
Which good faith awakes for pure Joy, 
Cheering us through gospel employ. 



PHILOLOGY. 32 

Scleron soi proa centra lactizein, 

The Greek of A^ts 9:.:> — It ii hard 
for thee to kick ajjainst the centra or 
goads, words that GoJ spake to St. Paul, 
quoted to show my clisslcal use of the 
•virb to <Toaa, and with prayer and hop«j 
that Fremont may by goaded from the 
Idcinations of vain glory to cttfrnal wis- 
dom, li he shall bo or should not be elected 
(o the Tiesidency of the United State?, 
may he and Dayton and Jessie live m 
the hearts ofthe People. 
Those that have read Fremont's Life will 
understand that I tdludo, page 23 of my 
Poem, to events of that life ia A .D.1847. 
Under fruitful homestead tree, page 30 

A scene of innocence. 
My ihytbm is original and varied td 
nleaae my taste. 
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Ver.s'is boni caria- rcrdibus 'jruviK 

Et formo^os uiultos [jCto-flec^t'rJi'ilares. 

Sertuifl pulcruui Loco Claro Ca&t«neo do. 

[nvited by friciids,* ladies And gentlelrneii, 
I composed and.re.vJ t\ic Poem, Chestnut 
Street. The Fiist ('ante was read in tbat 
Street, lasi J utiii,. at., sun-set,, the ot^d'S .. .. 
a few weelis after tliat lime- ' ' '*■ 

Witb cold finger? J eketcbed 
the designs of the ilhistratiopK when winter 
had a jubilee— the mercury in thermom- 
eters often sixteen, degrees be^ow zisro-r-^' 
^uerefore no fbliap:e wa? seen, 
A COUPLET % ABSENT PATRONS. 
For friends absent on foreign shoro 
Love's warm poesv-stream I pour. 

ASUPLEMI^NT. 
Emboss gems becoming Dcvcreux 
And all that have such claims to show. - 
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CANTO , FIRST. 

^low pleasantly, my song, i\ov<f on, 
'Tisatheme for friends here an^l frieadsgoia^. 

At twilight 'tis, hearts here wait 

With the brisht eyes that nie elate. 
Make this hour a jiyoii-: one. 
Make it glad at the t»e.tting sun. 
Frienistiip. Iiope and her bright tra'^n 
Kater the lifebFL^s ot' my strain, 

And at the font of purity 

May we rejoice iti Deity, 
Ours he joy that we siay a<:;aiu 
RecHH without sadne^is or pa.i!|. 
Give all my friends iti Chestnut Stroat, 
In rhyme and metro oouiplete, 

What will blend all their hearts ia mine, 

Qive such inimgrtal, t:heerfiil line. 
That if we part, or if we meet. 
Our cup of life-joy wi.l be sweot. 
Often sinfre my boyhood.s :l;iy 
1 have past ixlon^ thit; ^ood way, 

And forsooth in each latter year 
I have had here much right good cheer, 
Scenes that in my memory stay, 
And there I wish they ever may. 



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The very rattling of the bricks 
Bemembered is, the wagoa creaks 

As when all the things were here brought 
With which mary buildings were wrought 
Such and many more scenes do speak, 
While deiath tells us ^e are frail and w^k. 
In the (»randeur and tiats of art, 
Plastic work in every part 

Has completed this A^i^en^.e 
^ Very beauteous in our view. 
And long known true worth to each heart 
• Be what gfospel-orace doth impart.. 
Strength and or ler architects give, 
To please tiesires that h\ u^ livu: 
So these grounds give society 
Pleasures in rich variety — 
Parades here have been instructive, 
They awake thoughts most incentive 
Oft, as band-notes here resounded. 
Delights in good style abounded. 
Flora clad youth in her array 
On joyous Independant Day» 
Fahions, that long were discarded, 
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Maoy in this Avenue ha^e staid 

To 8€^tnife martial parade, 

From cities and towns around 
They gathered on the shady graund, 

la clothing quite finely arrayed . 

Was the good lass with the i«ood maia.. 

So also parties politic, 

That strove in our good Repuhl^c 
Tc ^arry their chosen measures, 
Have bad Iheir chosen ploasureai 

And their aspiring hearts b^^at quick ^ 

Ah they heard their great leaAera apeaK,,^ 

"^ at to the youth in poesy» • - .. 

In affection, I now will say . . -.; '"•i 
Let honesty and sterlings good*sensje» , ■ 
Bp your true guides fbrefer hence, 

From true goodness go not astray 

To gain thefolUes of the day. 

Study w«ll the faith of your Fathers, 

And heartily love your Mothers. 
TK'ob^edient, virtuous child \ 
In city or in desert -wild, 

Wifldom's immortal fruit gathers. 

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The once sapling, slender tree 

Hai grown, friends, to n;ive ahatle to thee, 

The winged tenants, year by yoar. 

Melodiously charm yonr tar 
With swept, natural poetry. 
From jarriug discords alwavs tree — 
Your dear bahie!:! with :\ lullabv 
They ))U'as<; when such would crv, 

vVhile Iheir loved VirooUs within the nest 
Quietly in pleasure rest: • 
Many bir.la fledged in Chestnut Street, 
In other climes, next Fall, will mt?e'<. 
Soulsf that once were hcre'<;lothe.l in fledfe, 
Gone where living wMteT^ n iiesh, 

BVoni ?in and sofrowev^^r lrt»e, 

Where all to love tho Lord Hgroe, 
This happy throng wonll admonish 
Good to gain, and ills to van<juish, 
I would join soul-fraiight minstrelsy. 
And strike my harp in eostacy, 
JJefore we see the 8pirit-ii\n<1, 
Or join the holy. blood -w ash e^l.band, 
By faith we Ml aubrlue perplexity, 
And gain hope in injmensity, 
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Prieuds, if Ton not by verse Ipleasfi, 
M« for more mmh you will not tease, 

And may some Poet charm youp ela'?';^ 
- With more'power of the Seer; ' '' 
Bwt i^'sely lay up your treiisiljre 
"Where is bHes beyond ail measure 
In yonder warden are flowers, vl<i?f!fc 

^'hat display beauteous powers, - '«< • •'• 
Elora there with the singinor hir^M 
Might well attune poesy « words; 
So between frequent June showers '' ^ 
I wish you all happy hour?: ' ■ ''-^ 
But hark, hark, there .sounda in niy oar , ! 
Sweet voices to retain me here. "^ 

My wincred words Into the heart 
H^ve carried their captivating art;' 
So, for dear friend?, I iingernear. 
That thev song-mellody may hear 

CANTO SECOND. 
Ere in Epic I ope the way : A 

To gather flowers, as Bard? may, 
Jri words familiar T will speak, 
Home-ttiuiching -words, words historic 
Of tho83 tlrat, u\ <omo ^hihome dav 
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Noi? upon my altar I will laj 
Fire af Cole that glowed on your ^ay- 
While precious Stones are without Imk 
Well embossed with ^em-like Mack, 
Surely *ti^ not rong in my lay 
A few words for Dunlap to say. 
As lampsf ^'"n "''' without a wick, 
-'Xis well to have a 20od Chadwick; 
Thus the light rrlimmerin j; not 
Blends with historic Endicot. 
Of William;? and Hodges to speak 
Prom bright themes tis for one we »««« 
Where morn shakes her bright Heecy locM 
At elra-shade-entrancft dwells a Cox, 
Fenollofisa to hij son^-glee 
Wooed his Lady-Lnve Silshee, 
Saffo rd with the o race ot martial fo**« 
And Gardner classic cheer th?9e walka. 
Of those who h;ive to the grave gone 
Remembered is good Robinson, 
We also. to song-strain bring 
The late departed Lady King, 
In Tftspect for every one, 
Thus has til is my poem llowed on . 
fBut the wise took oil ia their ▼esMl»— 
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Thinking of my boyhood's day 

I speak 0^ one, if io 1 may. 

Peal; kaowa not reprehensib!©, 
Whom now, as truly sensible, 

I'll associate with a Kay 

And Ti kerma 1 in poesy. 

CoIon(*l And re w^' liamascus-sfeelf 

With I • fnin m i r?^ netre rbal» 
Motn; that doib sonorously tell 
A^ Ca*h^ dral's clear, ringing beW, 

Which c;ood, echoia^ neal 

Chimes harmoniously with Neal. 

Whil • io mako bliss its insurance, 

Policy of par acceptance 

Brothers Nichols can truly girt, 
Who b} such business live, 

TJpfon with as good .accordance, : 

With (Jshorii has oar rotnembranee. 

The eye, glancin,? hijiher, higher, 

Up, no in the clear, blue ether, 

Where dust of earth seldom ascends, 
A nd cloud on cloud often attends, 

Beholds (he well proportioned spire, 

The Tnodel-design of Mclntyre, 

tTake the helmet ol salvatiofl and tba 

sword ot the Spiril Eph. G, 17. 



On j^roundV ^^\\ ithlbommg ma, 
"Very goofl folkb W(i found to be, 

Though great charms are among them ali. 

On{^ Kos^'. wa? wiae^I hj SahoTistall, 
Whose hapfyf, ho/iifi^r'^nd you may sec 
Honored by ancient pediciree. ' ■ 
Strains f.o^'p{oq.acot Lbvdrett , 
And for Nf;ttHanT<3r bo tuneful set. 
Swe ip, ^';?eop,o'ar the dlapinon 
Till nie>-»d'idti-s ^irndatation, 
Oil song-wa^*! rcillrri£i; ever yet, 
Swells to where tliosc Brothers have iaiat ;^ 
Around Deborah's nalta-tree, for shade," 
Tht; I-^raclitPs- delighted stayed, 

.Sii aroiitid the good Pinknian's home 
I'hf- poor -men's thoufjhts do often roani; 
For sad heart.s hiwe been joyorjsi'made 
As trcai^ures in h'eave.n wero laid. 
AuiOB^r y'ouf fi-iendsliips here-to fore 
IVahodtfi in. neighborhood's lore, 

Wns known at morn, an.l v»»sper-9hade|. 

While one a happy eh6?ce here liiade.' ' 
A9;j;i)Qt) far distant is his door 
He may "hear cn^. If I praise bim more , " . 




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Fill thought-streams that will choerljr :3©^^ 

And for Huntington verse shall sh^w 
His eloquence at the Bar, 
Where Barstow 's another bright ^tar, 

On Boardman and Rodgers bestow 

Words that, -with much good will, glow. 

Physicians aid us health to sjain, 

So they will surely grace the strain; 
Mack aii^l Peirson, honored nanaes, 
Have WonR no ordinary claims; 

Ai we v.'oalil n'er be air-k again, 

Wo cliee.r them ■wbiio they prevent pain. 

Oft hfl3 gracfjfuUy trod a Ward 

On the steps whore now speaks the Bar«l, 
Who for Dodge, ^or Allen Botanic, 
Would make iiuei flowing, euphoaJc, 

And the poesy- thought wanders 

To the late much revered Sanders. 

Dodge and Sanders' trade Coomjerciaf 

God made not to have reversal*, 

But to swell their earthly treasure 
Poured wraith in princely laeasure— 

Their wives' derds, vain is rehersftl 

Made charity universal- 



As freedom's words confer/honor, 
. A'^hare in generous huniori 

!None Woaid indeed be forgotten; ^ ^ 
, For verse shall be inygond token, 
An inscription on my. bannet, 
That shall wave in jay ous manner. 
Th' Seev- of another S^er would speak, 
Of one proved quite useful and meek, 
Who in^.thi? E!m-poetic shade 
. Many vears, has iiis. Lord obeyed. 
That. God bless him let us all pray. 
:. Mey his Wife share his bliss- stream sway. 

Memory has another Seer, 
^ ..For whom, thou^^h notamon^ us here- 
Fill a censer for o;»lation, 
To oa'e^ for Brother Mason, 
Fi.tbe Angei for true prayer 
Let f.r.u-s with his incen^^e appear. . 
From Seer's lips may truth drop for ail, 
.... Souls to reclaim from Adam's fall, 

And^uide in that celestial way , 
That Christ trpd to eternal day. 
Holy Spirit on ^hom we call 
Help men to break ea( h sinful thrall. 
fTbat he .should ofl-erit — Rev.8,8. 











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The Seer's Dangbter with a fair trai® 
Shall socially share in my strain, 

Each he known in inspiratioiA, 

Each, in joyous emulation, 
Shall be my Priestess well amain, 
"Whosft Brother's favors I will jrftin. 
Fair as neighbor Cabot's tulips 
Appear many heirs of Phillips, 

And amaranthine in their grace, 

They will suit their charms to the place* 
From their cup no friend keeps the lips, 
-That cup is sweet, it is friendship's. 
1> was m the Olden Town Hall 
1 first heard the p:ood Father's call, 

To cheer, incite and instruct yosth 

In every ennoWina truth; 
Though time has wrought charges not small, 
His faith has not altered at nil. 
He leaUtf on a constenation, 
His sons are a consolation, 

Pleasure from his own font is sweet, 

Where life's work seems, aha, complete. 
Long may w« for oar loved nation 
Meet with bim in consultation. 




Now I say, ere I leave Sony's rock» 
Just at the hour, nine of the clock, . 
David Asbby did rin» the bellj 
Orderly citizens to tell 
It was time sweet sleep to invoke, 
Slumbers that few -wish to have broke 

CANTO THIRD. 
Nov?, my friends, let me bend song^ iin«» 
And in eontrast show, and define 

How truth, that no <v illumes oiir scene, 
Shone in hearts not groveling or m^ean, 
Thus us to virtues to incline, 
In tnu\ heroic iif^hi to shine- _ • 

When (he Apostles' gravt^? were tair;, 
' Ab the firjt flowers did bioom there, 
(tr.icia Martyr, m years sixteen, 
A girl^ who Saint Fa*::! had seen: 
Made the Gospel her greatest care, ■ 
For its freedom, in fire did share.' • 
Clad -n white was the pioug youth,- 
Embjem of the pure Gospel-truth, 

With wreath of fiowerii on bier head 
To the bright flames she was led'. 
To live in error she wa3 loath, . 
To die lor God's uause.qlad forsooth'. 




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Around were warriors clad in steel, 

Who !ia>l foa^ht for Rome's bright weal", 
."''ome blushing, trembled there for shame, 
Some dared th' Emperor's deed to blame, 

Th ; maid's piety did reveal 

Much more joyj ^ban they there could feel. 

Nicanor, a vaThuU warrior, 

Beheld the ?oene of sin terror, '^ 
Beheld innocence in the flame, 
His Lady-love ior her LordW name, 

Firm against the force of error, 

Victress true as any x'ictor, 

Au object to him fht! deary r; 

For he could ba no defender, 

When cord? of dearest earthly -ties, 
Were broken by the sacrifice. 

He in sntl'ering became stronger, 

In spirit he became her follower. 

Amidst her curies was wreathingifira 

Kising higher, blazing higgler, 

Tn avoice no angel's more clear, 
She said Nicanor, my dear, my dear, 
To meet me in those scenes aspire 
Where true lovers never will tire. 
tJoy ia the Holy Ghost. Rom, 14: 17 



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Fr >ni that scene Tve can tratb derive, 
rmth that, to teach truth, ^\\\ survive, 
Nov? time hath rolled so far along, 
It is more tried, and known a? strong 
To aid tho<e who are on earlli alive, 
Of that aid no death can deprive. 
•If you revolve, convolve, envolve, 
"Heat it, burn it, 'twill not dissolve, 

Pure in essence — tried (or its worts* 
In Eden at its earthly birth, 
As when descending like a Dove- 
la that, which is proved spirit-love. 
Let it speak through beauteous eye, 
Tried in grief, our faith let it try, 
Bote it in your passions, ray friend, 
And through you*- veins its power send, 
.In the fierce strife it will reply 
Tou abuse me; but I will not die. 
It, may my kind attendants say, 
We will heroically obey. 

As Gratia Martyr in death did, 
As law by nothing ever hid, 
And, loting it every day, 
No coquette or hypocrite play. 



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CANTO FOURrn: •^;j' 
Sarab Nrtguile in !ior boudoir ' '' 
' Hears John Fancy knock at the door, 
As Sarah on the eofa sat, 
John, whose heart went sjo pit-a pat, 
Brought her, as he thought, a good store 
Of sweet, pretty lady-loye-lore. 
Ii^ the glow of anticipation 
John would have no great evasion; 

But fortune would them duly mate. 
And so John had some while to waij, 
And just to jjive oxplanation, 
I indulge yon \n narration. 
Sarah asked him why he trembled? 
Surely..Iohn, you 'v* not dissembled; 
i mij^ht 39 well marry my fan 
As marry a mere-fancy-man . 
80 John blushing heid down his head 
Till, bowing, out-doors he was led. 
John then learned passion to inflame, 
And hoped to marry without shame. 
Sarah in scales a butterfly 
Against his loving weight would try: 
Down went butterfly without blame; 
Vor up then went John's pftssion-flacio. 



John said I was very stupid 
To trust to the winged cupid; 

But now I will act th' true man, 
And win love, if indeed I can. 
Then good as well as intrepid, 
Wed Sarah most surely he did. 
He won her, not merely for wed-hpar, 
But lor all lil'e's testive power; 

Her virtues were far too preeioui: 
To gain hy things precarious- 
Sorrow ."terms b*::.^an to lower, 
When she Ijrought for him rich -dower. 
In fire Gratia martyr was great, ', 
In life's tested ways John co'.ild rate. 
Mow his consort had spirit-To'Ve,' 
And hr sou^^ht r]i?ar!y to prdva 
That he conld well appreciate • 
Th" gem-Hkc virtues of niarriafre -state. 
Tims, friends, I could An narration, 
Portray .scenes in each relation, . 
That demand the trjie spirit-love; 
i»jt I pray that (rod from abbve 
r\|ay. teach von this sacred lesson, 
And thus life'j keen an«^u!eh lessen. 






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By (>M''h strain, my listening ti lends, 
Iha Poet ^o you ifavor extends, 

From this timfi'point mv influence. 
1 ^;11 send to fttirv far distance, 
Aro\:r.d rIi soul, that here attend 
In cheorful.alds my motives blend . 
Th' poor no slave, tK-TicUman no tyrant 
Th' Poet heedg no iUs attendant, 

And pires all bliss \ti healthful glee, 
Blessed by God io morality— 
True wealth in the heart inherent 
Shall o'er all wo*' b« asceadant. 



TRANSLATION OF LATIN OV FAGR 4. ^ 

Love^l heart ^hall have right ijoodly strains, 
Bouquets in circles I twoiiW bend, , , \. v 
Chaplets fraught with sweet Flora's oUarm* 
To Renownod Cagatnnt Place I givi. 

AN ASPIRATION. 
May .we, have palais in heaven. Re':. 7:^. 

tPeto IB in ti-3 Habitual-Tenso. 



'^ \ COMPLEMENT.— -li 

The habitual tense is ia form present, in seusft 
yiast, present aad future— as I seek God's bless- 
ing often predicates I have sought it, I do seek 
it, I will seek it. 

H'3 Who in this oloi-poatic shade 

Miny years has his Lord obeyed 
IS the Rev. Jamies, W Thompson, D.D. 
I have transposed stanzas in Canto Fourth sinoe 
my public reading- Williani Gook. 





iTHEFLOUGHBm"^^ 







THE rtOUGHBOi^'S HAKBOW, 
NUxiiBelR OiSE, " 

BY KEV. WILLIAM COOK. A. B. 
AUTHOR OF 
THE NERIAH FOR 
THE METRICAL APOCALYPSE, 

CHESTNUT STREET, 

FREMONT. 

TTIE TELEGRAPH, 

OR 

STAR-BANNER SOlfC, 

TBE PLOUGHBOl', 
HOPE, 

OlIVE GHOVE, VP^ 
SALEW. 
OCTOPKR, 



f THE PLOUGHBOY'S HARROW . 

rccinarks made by ma, "William 
Cook J at a meeting for the (Jiscussion of 
Homo Kdiication, lu^ld in Barton Street 
Ci)u?,;h, Salem, October 12, 1S59. 
• - -Coul'l ovu' Foref''nthers after landing 
from ihe Maytlowiir, as they ^lr^t knelt 
on those ShuVtis, havuJiaU virion of /he fw* 
tt;ro, of" tlii^ wieoti!)<2, ol nihcrs i.ow being 
hfilil, no vision of the Apocalypse or no 
vii;;Gn I'lon^ U.c • l)Ook of (tenesis to the 
olos-p o\ ih.G Apocttlypic would have been 
mort' u<;h in ihtmes— they wonUl have 
fonsi'l<rt".l iVvir praj ors now nni^wered. 

ljr;»fifi;(le id Uiercror^^ the first emotion 
that ^"0 sboiihl crhorish, th^i^h whit'h nono is 
rooro prop»^r in ihjsi woik- 
I now afTd, let parcntg, tejiohers and sbol- 
iiYi h;ivo L;r;vtofal disposit'ions told in acts. 

I sahl tbo, preceding speaker beautiful- 
ly ilh:f^tru»ed jiovnw-experience by hia oral 
plotun:s- 

i aai>l biOt^Uir's and sisters and neighbors 
reoipi"oo;illy" toaoh- 

tri) g.'neriAUs volition I said that being 
t»oin a boy 1 could spoak for boyf, but not 

t After 1-2 years old do -not scholars need 
teacher j of their own sex.' 



TUIi PLOUGIIBOY'S HARROW, i 

fcfiin;» a ^irl I con\d not speak for girls, 
tbojf^li I sj;)r>05C tli'iir cxperienco is the 
earie a-J thil of boy:?. 

1 predicated ttiJit the llrst ideas present' 
el to chiHivn^' ni'narj ba of Ga 1, that pa- 
-JTQni^ It I regjr.Ii?'i aa God's vicegcrerits, 
that fevAiiiloas from the ISiijlet flowora 
stones and choral birds be imi^resBively 
bleadnjd— thu.-; the child might be led to 
prny (a God, and i,ii tnotives would be fixed 
ri-rHt^jia j hj wj-.iid persevere i:i tiie attain- 
n»^»ii« of a good o'ject. 

1 ail )vy«;d thai iii jityetilie jdavT Sfid, '^uar- 
rcii pari'ii'i an? jViOiu^'o think that th(jt;r 
children ur-eanU} to:\'j,sol ^ipeW the \¥or(l. 
I quote* i f on !!iy Ploaghboy* 
Wlio:? 1 'tra Jlt; ro«kcrs, s ^ tnuch worn, -" 
Co dd hit io:kiil no faster. 
T'a-.n i r.iid from inch scf^nes until death 
proper innUarfiun should be; given. 

I noxi sliowcd the trar.s^er of parental 
authority to other tya-jhers, alluding t j my 
yo'itliful experience of a ]>ack to home drl- 
y/inj; inti i:^iico o "a fteachur's green specta- 
ele3. An \n<ViVi<hiu\ In acrouded respecta- 
ble aiid otiiorvvi.se atton'.ive audience, said I 
xiiis off (lie ^ut»Je' t. 

1 ask how {Le effect of home ed-ication 
can be mor-j forcibly and judiciously shown, 
than by ref-riiig to the character and emo- 
tion3 it j^ive-s U3 tor any other sphere? 
♦Paire 7. +1 proved him a tirgt class teacher. 



* THE PLOUGBOrs HAIvKOW 
Will aid truth m every way, 

That faJth'ji works are able-- 
Breaking clods, that in its field !io • 

Prudent, yet forcible. 



THE PLOUGHBOY'S HARROW, 
NUMBEliXWP, 

..'>^.'BY REV. WILLIAM COOK. A. B. 
;;"^; c AUTHOR OF 

it vri TOR NBRIAH FOH 
"f HK METRICAL APOCALYPSE, 

c^L:sT^;uT iJiRE^T^ 

FKKJMONT. 

THE TELEGRA?Ij^ 

OR 

STAR RANNER SONG, 

TIJE PLOUGHBOX; 
HOPE, 

OMVK GROVE, ETC 

SALEM. 

NOVEMBER, 

1859. 



1 THE PLOUGIIBOY'S HARROW. 

Remarks mado by me, William 
Cook, at meetings tpr the discussion of 
Home Education, beld in Lyceum Hall 
aud in bouth Church, SaUwi iioYfyHabw 
3, and 10, 1859. . ' . 

Lyceum HtU, Nof. S* 

The eagle flies towards the n60B4af<«BB, 
Howers turn towards the sun, roots seek 
the soil— such pbenomina illustrate tho 
con£denctt that children should have m 
their parents, it muat be natural, we want 
no iicuiiou:i conJidonce, tut the confidence 
ot nature not affected by the fall of Adam 
and Evo ia Edeo. 

The parent's teart 18 the floil in. which 
children must thrive. It that soil is net 

good, or if ihey are driven to soil without 
liiose hearts, we know ihe voaeequencet . 
houtU Church, Nov. 10. . 

The union ot Sunday School with home 
Kduciniou aids Iv tte ^pporfunily to 
t«aelitjr iind scholars to study and converse 
about .litloreiit parts of Scripture more ex» 
tensivety aud in a maiinw varied from the 
patertiJil course, the children become dis- 
eussite. 

1 then avowed my joy n giving ^n instaiUJe 
whici), at a time when men *»ay there are 
paradoxes in Scripture, may show those 
paradoxes only apaient — verbal, lqI ideal. 



THE PLOUGHBOX'S HARROW. ^ 

Every word of Divine Revelation it 
Divine. 

In Gen. 6;6» it ia said And it repented the 
JUor4 that had made man on the earth, and 
it irie ved h im at his heart— 4n The Bpisti* 
ofT?aul, the Apostle to the JRemans, Ilf2d, 
F^ the gifts and calling of God are without 
repentence God-then repeated, and now 
repents of evil, btrt not ^^'goodnese, mercy 
and love. This truth slfouW he written 

ovet the Sohoo' -TOO n- door, ^nd over the' 
door of tlie- Chri^riHti's closet, that God 
repent* of evil, bat not of goodness, mercy 

IHust^atiiig a Ksv Brcrther's idea 1 said that 
at Dry Joct,lJuvv York City, with The 
(General Episc<j}>al topological Seminary 
Student , 1 gathered^ Sunday School— We 
aBcended s^epa outside to boildin^^torie« ^ 
found maiiy ehi1dr«n» I said betweeri one 8t 
two hundred, perhaps over two hundred. 
in the clft«s assigned ui^ I questioned 'a bojr 
about playing at the Dry Dock OB Tfee Lord'i 
day f I knew not that he played there) ho 
asked 4f Iknew the hoy playing with him? 
1 told him that God knew. Thus a door was 
opened to that playmate-boy'a heart- 
*Ble3sed arethcy^ that cow by the side of all 
waters'. They may ride crestwave and send 
light over dark oeean, saving some who 
wate sinking- 






« THE fLOUGBOY'S HARROWc 

Creation's dome-builder, th'ougli pcf^sl* 
In his useful designs^ " "* 

Letting cbaotic scenea appear, 

RougheHS, by vuhions^ hiiis and p''*»g. 
This right repentence aids ';!:» work -^ 

His infinite fetness 
Cannot, by changes, be destroyed, 

Nor productions be less. 
Immutable in the greatest good, 

He controlla evil ones, 
If rebellious be men, fitly 

He tales all volitions. ~ 

Through Essex County I will find 

Traces of his power-love, 
His, at whose death the rocks wore Ttnt^ 
By whom things ever liva 



THE )'L0UGR30V*S HARROW, 
IM'MBKR THRKE, 

BY RRS. WILLfAM COOK. A. B. 
AUTHOR OF 
TMB NERIAH FOR 
TIT^; METRICAL APOCALYPSE, 



CiXF.STNUT STREET, 

KRKMONT. 

lllE TELEGRAPH, 

OR 
STAR.BANNER SONQ, 



THE PLOUGHBOT. 
HOPE, 

01*LV£ GROVE, EXa 

SALEM. 

JANUARTf 

1860. 



iCi THE PLOUGHBOY'S HARROW ^ 

Reinarka made by me, WiUiamCook, 
4t meetiags Tor the disciusion ofHesoe 
jfc'tittcatiarH beld ic First Baptist Cburcb 
& in the "Eabernaclfr Churchy Salexni No?- 
«mber IC, and 2*, 1859. 
Fixit Baptist Chunrh^ Nov. I<T. 

i^xp«riervee has taught me the driferent 
degrees of r«adines*, that youth have in 
rtiading—some^ children never read a book 
through: they turn lo the last page, to the 
middle page^and.§o think it a task toc> great 
to read coirsecutively. 

T hero is a physfcal, not an intellectttil 
inability; for they aix oti^n intelUgeat in 
converiiatiOB. Parent, brother or sister 
should aid s^h, by eoav^ereing about the 
book, an aiiaiyrtii^ #t thtme^ should be re« 
quired and connoted l^us^ an ioteKectual 
liome«cuitivAuon wnutd be hitd, by incitipg 
the (i&iW, all wouJd be edified- 
1 proposed the Savior air a model-narrator. 
Around him were the bold Peter, amiable 
and beloted^ John^ Mury^ Magdalene, pub* 
licana^ sinnera and opposing Jews— many 
oftheorfwrfr donbtlesa weeping while the 
Lord t»Id the prodigal habita of a yotith. 
The parable surpasaea Shakspfaeare'iB cbar- 
acteriao Uneanienta or any^ther drama8> 
WUtiaoi Sbaksph«ire bad more mind>gems 

When on the Mind of minds 
He placed the intellectual crown 

BrIgL*; with all diamonds* 
I gave ao iostAace of lifi' eloquence-^ 



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THE PL0UGHB0y»3 HARROW. IS 

I drew the cricket near to a lady, wha 
l?cokly ▼isited in our family— she th«o 
yeUted the historv of George BarnwcH: 
lanoccQt youth by Gre^'nwood's cbarma 

fa London was insnared, 
Meatal'* dusty study was shown 

With the fate that crime Fharea, 
I ghowed how in the ahades of evening 
iiin guides by her deceitful lamp 
Tho young to mtcmperaace «r.a v:a(J« 
Tabernacle Church, Nov. 23. 
BIaii» Pascal's home edncation 
I made, for the theme*« elucidation, 
An irrojfiafible statistic. 
His good father^ Stephen Faacal, 
Ptettdent of Court of Aids, 
Did jadgment at vine cl«d AverE— 
His mother, Anfoiutttto Bogon 
Her naiao duriuj» ker virgm-daya» 
Dying, BTA!<»e loat maternal care. 
Thft paternal aid he fully enjoyed, 
By it ak)ne he was inatructed. 
Academic tuition has 
Traioed for the^ world's edification 
No mrndmofft apt in human Ufa. 
He by his Frovincial Letters 
Showed U9 the Chiistian Citizen,. 
By hie life he showed the choice fruiti 
Raised from recommended seed. 
1 then in faithful love rebuked 
Unholy, destroying ambition 
From first to last les«on taught 
Sin-castle Is vain ladder to climb, . 
For aid in ^pel work scholars 
Should secure th« p«r9 classic Icr^ 



Ifl THE PLOUGBOY'S HARROW. 

THE SCHOOLHOUSE. 

The schoolhous^ and all its sport-plac-:;* 

Tell our hearts* remembrance, 
Tell childhood's pains, sorrows and joys, 

Tell for many in death's silence. ^ 
The rod, the book, the pen, the seat 

The stove, the door, the window. 
And master, in fear, teacher, in love. 

From our thoughts cannot go. 
Figures bad their relative jHJWcrj^ 

To task, then teach each oue, ^ 
Until in the arithmetic 

There seamed numeral tongue. 
While we learned our needful lesaoQS, 

As our minds, our bodies 
Were increasing from day to day. 

Till life brought us duties. 
Now I like to aid education, 

To see good schoolbouses, 
And have the scholars in all thiiigg 

Making right good choices. 
Ekch one should bear the shield of faith 

In the struggle for right, 
Bear it onward to heaven's gata 
With vktor-marks made bright. 



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